Perspective

The foundation of Beauty is falling away,
People must learn again to seize the day,
To stop and smell the pretty roses,
To stop upturning their pretty noses,
To look someone deep in the eye,
Or take time to look up at the sky.


Take pleasure in the smaller things:
When another being sings their spirit glows-
What lies in their heart, no one knows.

A chord that sends chills,
Is just one of many thrills,
Yet to be discovered if you’d just,
Stop and smell the pretty roses.
The sweet melody exposes
The heart and soul
Of many yet to be told.


Take pleasure in the smaller things-
Feel the happiness a breeze can bring,
Or a torrent of rain…
Just let it wash away the pain.

I smile because I’m alive and I love it-
There’s nothing that out-does it.
I’m content because the stars are shining-
My heart may be bleeding, but I’m not whining.