Beauty

   The peace of a raindrop as it hits the surface,

has never been so satisfying.

   The gloomy sky of January

has never been so beautiful.

   We watch as life passes by us but in the end

we still aren't pleased with what life has given.

   But the thing is,

life has given us everything.

   Every opportunity,

   Every breath,

   Every play to make us score.

   It was us our selves who made out the way we perceive it.

   We don't value the little things She has to offer.

   Like how the grass grows in the Spring

or the leaves fall in Autumn.

   How a simple seed can grow into an abundance of life.

   Nothing she does is wrong,

not even death.

   You'll start to live and love more when you start to accept

that death is a beauty within.

   A natural part of existence.

   There's a reason we don't live forever 

and there's a reason we don't see clear.

   She's hiding something that She is not quite 

comfortable to reveal yet.

   Until then, 

we have to wait.

   Or do we?

   Are we hiding it from ourselves?

   Or is She?