Beauty


A girl sat by a waterfall,
The mist sprayed in her face.
She reached out to touch it,
Wishing to float away.
She thought, "How can this great be so perfect?"
As she sat in a tree.
Then when she gazed into the starry night,
she thought, "How could it be?"
As the sun touched her face,
As the river flowed by.
She looked at the world around her, She desperately cried,
"How can the world be so effortlessly beautiful,
when I don't even know how to try?"

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