Beauty is conspicuous and envied by all.
Daisy's bloom with elegance on a fair spring day,
The sun beams on iridescent tides at play.
Birds elapse away when they come to call.
Stars glimmer in the night before they fall.
Clouds evanesce away during may.
Once lovers part each heading their own way,
A young damsel carefully puts away her doll.
Beauty comes and beauty bids a farewell.
As spring ends the daisies will diminish.
Sun gleams will find their way behind the clouds.
Lost in beauty we forget there is hell.
Yet another beautiful thing left unfinished.
Beauty should never be spoken aloud.
