The Most Beautiful Sight
The most beautiful sight in this wide world
Is not lovely tints of the Taj Mahal,
Nor the wash and roar of Niagara
And mighty misty Victoria Falls.
Not even a newborn’s soft sweet wet smile,
Nor snow-capped peaks ‘gainst a crisp blue sky;
Not silhouettes formed on a sunset beach
Or limpid eyes of lovers first to meet.
No, the most beautiful sight in the world,
Is unknown to the travelling elite,
They search and awe and long for its finding,
While wearing Farragamos on their feet.
The answer is plain, and deep down in my heart.
The answer is my own tree-arched back yard.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2018
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