There is beauty

There is beauty

In the view across a bay

As Palm trees sway

In a summer breeze

In the squeal of delight

As a baby spies

Its mother

Standing out from the crowd

For the first time

In the morning

As the sun breaks

The cloud haze dispersing

As long, golden fingers

Massage the sky

Turning it blue

In a lover’s eyes,

As they sparkle

In the light from a candle

Not for the last time

The whisper

Of a flight of starlings

A gentle swirl

Of murmurs

The kiss of a child

Leaving home

With a pocketful

Of dreams

For the first time

There is beauty

In every picture

A story

Waiting to be heard

A love to be revealed

A letter to be sealed

With a kiss

As if

For the first time.