Robert Safuto

Beauty is the warm, blue ocean
crashing softly against the golden sand;

It is the priceless sunset that we seldom
stop to wonder across the land;

Beauty is the mountains rising from the earth
to touch the sky and mute the thunder;

It is the clouds and the rain and lightening
whose spell I'm under;

Beauty is fields of green trees and flowers
all in all;

It is the orange and brown magnificence of the fall;

Beuaty is the call of the wind that cries in the night;

Blinded by stars that exude a wondrous light;

Beauty is all of natures creations left untouched by man;

A newborn child, a kind word, the soft touch of a pet;

Just open your eyes and you will see that it is all
right here.