Beauty

Beauty

ocean and rivers meet
under your watchful eyes
sky and land meet
on the horizon line

where you live
valleys and mountains grow
water that flows and hides
fountains that come out, among rocks

roses that grown and open
flowers that close and gives fruit

the food we need, the things we see
it feeds our hearts
the memories that them bring
can't ever be bought

the memories that we live
will always be with us
the knowledge that we get
will teach us from past

just the beauty could do the same?
Does beauty ever exists?
It never happens it never vanish
is in our hearts, our eyes

nature is around us
but we don't seem to see
life runs through our vains
but we don't seem to feel

rhythm of life, make things repeat
beat, breath, we don't notice it
gone and come, open and close
opposite and the same, dead and alive

a binary rhythm, a short sequence
but last forever, like the memory
it repeats once and again
we don't noticied it, alive

landscapes and caves
rivers, lands and sky
them seem different
but together make a whole

a wonderful place where we live in
it brings memories, it brings feelings
it shines and shades, beauty itself, is alive.

Ariadna Squire Damique
(23-04-2008)