The Art of Beauty

The Art of Beauty

In my world there is this bay window
Of Gods creative spirit that has its view
In silence of my only thoughts of mine
A journal dear to me in secrets of a few

I stared out at the late evening to see how
God earth looked the green grass had grew
In the gentle breeze moves a leaf on a tree
Limb was a very pretty pair of robin they flew

There’s a glorious sun set in the shadows
Out peek the moon I write out of the blue
I want to write a story of my life in a novel
My words has that control of what I must do

The art of beauty in my own heart and soul
I’m going to write paper and pen in my hands
I love Gods great nature what it mean to me
The shade of night begin to fall to cover his land

I ponder through all these scenes of my life in
My own mind I swap jumble words to be unwind
Its no need for me to take for granted it is a gift
In writing as words began to flow from my mind
©Johanna Fields03/14/06