On Beauty

Oh for your beauty

It is sometimes so rare

It’s not like the world

Which is so cold and bare.

The rays of sun

Shine through the trees

Upon the grass

With just a slight breeze.

It is so warm

This morning in your love

It’s like a kiss

From an angel above.

Be with me

Today to do your will

Help me seek

You, while it is still.


Teresa Marie


Photo Courtesy of Christine Holm Copyright 2016