The Beauty of Things

When you’re down and the world bleeds blue summon up your youthful you. Look around with the eyes of that child, take it in, the soft and mild— The sea at sunrise the sea at sunset, tranquil beauty elsewhere unmet. Moonlight sparkling on new-fallen snow, God looking down on stars he did sow. Droplets of dew cling to a leaf, nature’s artwork however brief. A newborn puppy stretches and yawns, kittens purr in a basket, the new day dawns. Spiderwebs after a rain, studies in grace, wondrously woven, works of fine lace. Clouds float above you, lambs, you imagine they are, or joyous spirits viewed from afar. And the smile of a lover, ah, that smile, can light up your life with its absence of guile— Think of these things when the world seems cold, for all around you lies beauty untold. Drink it in with your eyes, let it into your heart, make the beauty be you, your own work of art.