Beauty Poem by Kevin Hulme

What endures Beauty like the coming dawn,
The Herald of Heavens lamp for bright day,
Gilded lustre to the soil Nature spawned,
The dawning of Spring and blossoms of May.
The perfume of the fields on the warm air,
And Butterflies dancing from nearby green,
The Soul of Nature in these fruits to share,
An ideal of Creation gladly seen.
The late Moon with all Silken drapery laid,
Cover the trees and Moors with Spectral light,
To clarity the Earth by Brook and Glade,
Where desolation and Bliss so evenly unite.
But this Beauty eternal and not wane,
Your Bloom will wilt, but in the Heart remain.