POETRY

Beauty

There is a time for truth
and a time for beauty too,
there is a time for living,
or tell me my friend
have you forgotten to breathe?

Good morning
pillows outside
radiant sunshine
turns out the lights

You question beauty
I question why.
Why is there beauty?
have you never breathed?

Hydrant, stares and watches
while people stare at watches
it’s a beautiful day, you know
and a ball of sunshine
has rolled my way,
how ’bout that?

Beauty, oh, beauty
Beauty, oh Beauty.

And the roses smell just as they always are.