HIS BEAUTY
A DEER SCURRIES ALONG AND THEN LEAPS GRACEFULLY
OVER A HYDRANT TO ESCAPE THE WHEELS OF MY CAR, AS IT SPEEDS OVER THE BLACK PATH MAN HAS LAID.
A SKUNK PEACEFULLY EATS CLOVER
BESIDE THE CRACKED AND BROKEN ROADS OF ASPHALT
ORANGE LEAVES SHINE BRIGHTLY
AGAINST THE UGLY , YELLOW FLOURESENT LIGHTS.
A BEAUTIFUL VINE OF MORNING GLORIES CLIMB
GROWING UP, TANGLED ON THE RUSTED STREET SIGN.
A SPIDER'S WEB MAGNIFICENT
AND SPARKLING WITH MORNING DEW
ADORNS THE WEATHERED PAINT OF AN OLD RAILING
SNOW FALLS
AND IN AN HOURS TIME, BLANKETS THE FILTH OF OUR STREET
COVERING THE EFFECTS OF LAZY MEN'S LEFT BEHIND TRASH
THE MOON FULL AND GLOWING
STANDS IN BEAUTY...
OVERSHADOWING A MILLION WATTS OF MAN MADE LIGHTS
NO MATTER HOW MUCH MAN TRIES TO CREATE BEAUTY
HE IS OVERSHADOWED BY THE TRUE CREATORS WORKS
AND NO MATTER HOW MUCH MAN'S LAZINESS ATTEMPTS TO DESTROY THE CREATION
IT IS FUTILE BECAUSE THE CREATOR'S GIFTS STILL OVERPOWER MANS FILTH
t.j james
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