It was a particularly pleasant sunset on my walk back from university one summer's evening. Everything made me smile. I'll remember that random day for a while.
For All, All is Beautiful
How beautiful is the day?
The dew of the early morning,
The business of midday,
The pastels of the evening,
And the stars that light our way?
How beautiful is our reason?
Our thoughts that lead to knowledge.
They tell us of the seasons,
And when to reap our harvest.
How beautiful is our language?
The vocal exchange of meaning.
Its' flow and rhyme a paradigm,
And joy to those who need it.
How beautiful is our world?
Our shared and cherished planet.
Its' tree and breeze we'll always heed,
Lest we are to forget it.
by Joey Garneau | September 9th, 2024