Beauty Above Many Things

Oh the the wind,
that passes over golden grain
it sparkles in the sunlight,
vain,
It maybe to say such things,
but I believe beauty shines
above many things,
like the rose in the moonlight
or the sparrow in the trees
that sings,
Beauty is above many things

Who wants to see garbage
or filthy water
that haunts the mist cold air,
or the deads,
moldy hair,
please tell me who,
let them speak,
for I think they need a scolding to,
For did not God make beautiful things,
that shine among the dull,
and sad blue days

God your beauty shines
among the old and gray,
you are the sun ray
on a cold winter day,
you are the beauty of the day,

So God tell the people,
Beauty is a matter,
But love is too.
For you God are loving,
But a beauty Too.