Waves crashing upon the cliffs
Breaking rock to paint the shore
To chisel an image to the core
To pronounce to the people a life better lived
The beauty found in the arm of a wave
Painting a picture for all to save
Brilliant colours dancing in the field
Peddle upon peddle swaying in the wind
While buzzing bees gently sing
To show all that is done with teamwork on hand.
The beauty found in the dancing peddles
To give the bee the work to gain a meddle.
Crying Eloquently for all to hear.
The baby lays in his mothers arms.
To think one day he may grow charm
To woe another, to hold his hand
The beauty found within a person's heart
Is far above all wordily art.
By Aimee R.M. Condon
