Beauty Alive Poem by Rue Palmer

Beauty Alive

In morning's light, the world awakes, A canvas fresh, where beauty stakesIts claim upon the waking eye, In colors bold and whispers shy.The rose that blooms in silent grace, Unfolds its petals, finds its placeWithin the heart of those who seeThe gentle art of symmetry.A mountain's peak, a river's bend, In nature's realm, where wonders blend, Each curve and line, a story told, In hues of green and skies of gold.The laugh that dances on the breeze, The kindness bringing hearts to ease, A moment's glance, a tender touch, In simple things, we find so much.For beauty's not a single face, But woven threads in time and space, It lives in love, in joy, in tears, In every soul, through all the years.
In morning's light, the world awakes,
A canvas fresh, where beauty stakes
Its claim upon the waking eye,
In colors bold and whispers shy.
The rose that blooms in silent grace,
Unfolds its petals, finds its place
Within the heart of those who see
The gentle art of symmetry.
A mountain's peak, a river's bend,
In nature's realm, where wonders blend,
Each curve and line, a story told,
In hues of green and skies of gold.
The laugh that dances on the breeze,
The kindness bringing hearts to ease,
A moment's glance, a tender touch,
In simple things, we find so much.
For beauty's not a single face,
But woven threads in time and space,
It lives in love, in joy, in tears,
In every soul, through all the years.