Beauty falls in a raindrop
On a petal of a lonely rose,
And with the wind it flows.
As the sun sets, when the days stop,
It dips a rainbow in a blue lake then mops
The bleeding colors who begin to doze.
As the night commences, and the moon shows
It gives the stars their twinkle; those stars at the sky’s top.
It embellishes them like jewels all the way through.
Then it wanders amidst the weeping willow trees
And it takes form on each blade of grass with morning dew.
It spreads inspiration, revealing the great glories
Of the Creator of itself and life, too.
God’s signature is imprinted on earth, through beauty.