Grace, Beauty, & Love

Be it grace: and be it beauty; and be it love; for life is so

Fraught; and love is so precious. I touched a petal and heard

The wind; and colors flooded the mind; and I felt euphoric;

And pain followed; for such beauty—a graceful death; and

Such death—a forgotten love. Such tragedy: the arts of

Nature; and birds and bees bear witness; and Labradors pant

Sadness; albeit, such is joyful sadness; and albeit, they

Perish joy. I followed a butterfly: it kissed a mayfly; and

The two transformed: this is beauty: this is grace; and this is

Love; and the sky, a turquoise-grey; and the earth, a

Brownish-green; and I sit, leaping clouds; and I smile, a

Touch of grief; and love soars the heart; albeit, the eyes

Water, and joy wavers; and albeit, the tides rise, and crash the

Land; and albeit, grace, beauty, and love, perish softly.