(Happy World Poetry Day! Here's a poem I worked on a while ago after being inspired but the dust in my office)
I see Beautiful in many things
The skies myriad of colours
greeting and good-byeing every day.
Floating dust illuminated
by sunlight creating falling stars.
Rain carrying scents of petrichor
and water-colouring my yard.
The way snowfall dampens all sound
and you can hear the snowflakes dance.
A crowd of strangers singing
together in unrehearsed harmony.
The focus in the artist’s eyes
as they glide their pencils across paper.
Children laughing and playing
without a care in the world.
The confident and brave smiles
of people stepping out of their comfort zones.
Beautiful things surround me every where
But I can’t find the Beautiful in myself.