Beauty and Wisdom
When the rose in spring prime does glow
And the breeze, down by the dew does blow
And when dawn starts to rise and grow
Do not tell me, it is so good; yes I know..
I know that good and beauty are duo
I know that evil and bad are both foe
And yet, I love the eagle and its claw
See! beauty comes even with a flaw
Ride your fantasy, over the world and through
And see high mountains, and waves below
Sweet songs from robin and so is the crow
And the night, darker with a brighter day too
Summer has burn, winters with cold can do
And fall dismal, in between, in slow follow
And,now the fields are ripe its time to mow
Good days past, if the reaper did, then sow
To see the dust into crops has turned so
Ripe wheat, and fruits, all sorts mellow
Whoever sows, whatever his sorrow
Shall one day reap, see a bright morrow
I had time to see things come and go
From the rising sun to its setting low
And so I know its life with joy and woe
That I must love beauty and its claw
Heart and mind must cohabit in duo
Nothing outlasts, only God is solo
Copyright © Frost Peterson | Year Posted 2019
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