Eternally Beautiful

As the wind blows

Through the treetops,

The leaves whisper

Of secrets ages past;

The limbs dance

To beats of their own;

The trunks creak

In voices so wise;

All in part

Of a life forever

Among people

Whose hands will

Never destroy a

Beauty that is

Eternal.

* * *

When the water trickles

Down a creek,

The water hums

Of tales of old;

The stones sing

Of a life submerged;

The rocks tumble

In a slow-moving tango;

All in part

Of a life forever

Among people

Whose hands will

Never poison a

Beauty that is

Eternal.

* * *

When the sun sets

Along the horizon,

The colors prance

Atop the waves' crests;

The water churns

In unresolved anger;

The waves rise

Trying to touch the sky;

All in part

Of a life forever

Among people

Whose hands will

Never harm a

Beauty that is

Eternal.

* * *

When the mountains loom

Over other mountains,

The snow falls

In dreamy swirls of play;

The clouds linger

Enjoying the company;

The summits stretch

Straining to see God's face;

All in part

Of a life forever

Among people

Whose hands will

Never breach a

Beauty that is

Eternal.

* * *

All is seen and heard

In places as such

That will last forever

In the hands of time

For such as these are

Eternally beautiful.

The End

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