Beautiful perspective.
I look at things differently now.
They are not what they used to be,
And even with deep thoughts,
they can lead us to beautifully see,
for nothing is all good and nothing is all bad.
The light always comes after the darkness.
Happiness can come after sad.
Sometimes we look at things in one way,
until another shows us,
a beautiful perspective,
something gloriously just.
For we all see things differently.
And some dont look at all.
They are so busy with their lifes,
never thinking until they fall.
Let us have a beautiful perspective
and see the loveliness in every day.
Our time is so short.
Let us not waste it away.
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem