I stare out my window,looking at the house
It's all decorated
From the wreath on the lamppost
to the bows on the windows
I see beauty.
To the lights shining in the windows
a fresh blanket of snow on the ground
a brown old sleigh in the corner
and a cobble stone path
I see beauty.
To the snow on the trees and the happy little snowman on the left
the red chimney and the green curtains
I see beauty.
But as we continue to drive past it
the beauty fades away
now I see oak trees
and the beauty fades more away from me
just an open road...
Beauty,please come back to me.
Now it's completely gone
nothing left
we continue and I think about the beauty
and it reminds me of the good
I think about it all the time.
But beauty, hit me like you did before.
This world is full of destruction,so shine a light on the good.
Beauty is found in the little things in life
you just have to see it.
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I know it's bad, but I wrote it in the 6th grade! Poetry isn't my strongest suit, so tell me what you think! :)
