The beauty I see is all around,
From Rilke‘s Panther to the words of the Bard,
And the leaves of fall that hit the ground.
Life is life and life is struggle,
Surviving a world made to exclude;
Yet beauty surrounds and touches the heart of man
To stop and listen, a whisper so dear,
The laugh of a child held on a single tear.
Many days and nights I have spent in gloom,
But life does not have to be a tomb!
Beauty creeps in– water through cracks
Of a sidewalk worn by the weight on our backs.