Beauty

I've decided I want to showcase how wonderful my sister is with words.  She paints a picture with her words.  And when I ran across another one of her poems I had to post it. I can't help but be proud of her!

 

Her inspiration for Beauty was a single pink rose.

 

 

Beauty

Pretty is a small word

Describing how I look.

It’s something like a photo

A picture in a book.

There’s so much more to me

Than what the eyes perceive.

It’s not about my face,

But more what I believe.

So when the wind begins to whip

And the freeze comes with the rain

When the temperatures all drop

And cold sings its refrain

You’ll find me standing tall

An inner strength will show.

I don’t easily wilt

I will always grow.

 

By: Casey Barnett