THE BEAUTY OF IT ALL

I sit alone, in the widow seal,

And watch the rain.

As it splashes against,

The window pane,

The beauty of it all,

Somethin’ as simple as this,

That splashes into puddles, forming ripples and drips.

I’m amazed of somethin’ as simple as this,

A day that is full of gloom,

From out of nothin’, a flower bud bloom.

As I watch the birds continue to sore high,

In search of what the naked eye can’t see,

Though they say, “The father’s eye is on the sparrow,”

And even someone unworthy as me.

That’s the beauty of it all…

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