Beauty

There’s beauty in the sun they say

That light will always guide the way

But hasn’t anyone ever seen

The light within each hidden dream?

The beauty of the glowing moon

That always leaves far too soon

The beauty of a prowling cat

Or wolves running with their pack

The beauty of the broken things

The beauty of folded wings

The beauty hidden in a tear

The beauty that displaces fear

Are these things not wonderful too?

Though their sun might be your moon

Though in darkness they might dwell

The dark has beautiful things as well

The sun is brighter than the moon

And though the moon may fade too soon

It has the pleasure of having known

A beauty that is all its own