Beauty I See
written by: Clay Miller
She’s a beauty. I see her. I see her every day.
I’ve seen her up a tree, in the sky and down a canyon.
Also out in a field, on an ocean and by a river.
I’ve seen her staring back at me, running with me and sitting next to me.
She doesn’t have to be a snow capped mountain or a crystal clear lake.
She can be dirty. She can be old. She can be stormy.
She can’t see her beauty but I see.
She is forever changing and continually growing. You don’t have to plan it, she just happens.
Nature is smiling at us all and she is beautiful. She allows life so be nice to her. Take care of her.
She’s a beauty. I see her. I see her every day.
Don’t you see?
Writer of poems, limericks, songs and an amateur storyteller from Kentucky. Avid reader, huge Kentucky Wildcats and Steelers fan, home baker, craft beer, movies and Classic Rock. On a quest to visit all 50 states.
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