In life we may do something beautiful,
But nobody notices.
But what we must realise is
That the sun rises every morning
And is so beautiful,
But most of its audience sleep.
And in Nature where flowers bloom,
So does hope.
As never yet has there been a springtime
When the buds forgot to bloom.
Lives can be beautiful all the time,
As even at the end of them
Sunsets can show that endings,
That endings can be beautiful too.