Beauty Is

Beauty is all around
It knows no limits or bounds
It is not hidden just waiting to be found

Beauty is all around
It shows itself by the sun in the sky
It shows itself in the colour of your eyes

Beauty is all around
It reveals itself in new blossom and blooms
It reveals itself in life new from new born lambs to a new born you

Beauty is all around
It displays itself like a rainbow in the sky
It displays itself with different people of every shape and size

Beauty is all around
It shouts about it loud and clear when the thunder rumbles and the lightning strikes
It shouts about it loud and clear when you see on TV a Lion chasing down his prey or a baby Tiger at play

Beauty is all around
It shows itself off with Blue SuperMoons and Solar Eclipses
It shows itself off Volcanoes, Mountains and Geysers

Beauty is all around, take a look and see what you found

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Jackie Mead

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I am 56 years old, new to poetry, I've had a tough twelve months and poetry has become my outlet. I recently wrote a children's book (in verse) and had it published, so I am a new author. I am experimenting and learning about poetry, I like reading lots of diverse poems and exist on several platforms. I have my own FB poetry page.
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