Oh how beautiful it is
to live a life unseen,
warm and pure and radiant
like summer's golden sheen.
In the soft green lush of spring
when the children laugh and sing,
Oh how beautiful it is
to live a life unseen.
With the winter's calm gray skies,
when earth and sky compromise,
Oh how wonderful life is,
unchecked by human eyes.
note-- when I started writing this, it was going to be free form, but... some fiber of me wants to hold on to the rhyming thing. I just let it rhyme. After all, what harm could it do? I'm not afraid of a little criticizm...
