BEAUTY UNIQUE

SHE IS MELODIES
Hearing angelic sweet melodies of adore,
A hope blossom with silver feathers from core,
Life perch in the sacred soul in all the heavens,
A whisper tunes without any words in pavilions,
And never stops at all, never, forever and ever,
So sweet is a music-whirl from the nest just to hear,
Sore must be a storm that could humble the little bird,
That kept so warmth, let you sing, but live like a bard,
With graceful face, voice module, and sacred soul,
Not hurrying to, nor turning from the ultimate goal,
Not mourning for the things that may disappear
In the muted dim past time, nor holding back in fear
From what the future veils; but with an entire
And happy heart, that pays its toll in life
So let the way wind up the hill or down,
Over rough or smooth, the journey will be joy:
Still seeking what I sought when but a bliss,
Let your heart may keep the courage of the quest,
And hope the road’s last turn will be the best.