The subtle beauty of the small things in life.

The beautiful colour of purity,

Soaring within the ‘blue hour’.

Scarcely moving,

Seemingly floating,

On top of a sea of clouds.

A tiny sparkle,

The light of life,

Shines in its eyes.

Suddenly, it breaks

The heavenly silence with a ‘shhh’ as it

Flutters its wings,

So fast, almost invisible,

Even under a watchful eye.

Soft and smooth like a baby’s skin,

With marshmallows for feathers.

Trembling at the slightest touch,

So vulnerable is it.

Fragile and delicate as it may be,

Its beauty values above all the rest.

Its sweet fragrance filling the air,

It is equal to no other.

The steady pulse of

Its beating heart is the

Rhythm to the early morning music.

With the rising sun and

The falling moon,

Does it say its last good-bye,

Taking one final flight,

Before vanishing

Into the sky.


Submitted: August 21, 2012

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It's really beautiful. I love the word usage and the mental image that it describes. Keep up the good work! I'd love to see more from you :)

Tue, August 21st, 2012 2:57am

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