BEAUTIFUL THINGS

young children's faces of different races...yet
something familiar's in all of their faces...like
two old men chucklin' so happy go lucky, they're
rememb'ring beautiful things

accommodating winds flick paint brush bristle ends
one painter finishes, another's day begins
she colors houses and he covers canvasses
they both paint beautifull things

seeing a rembrandt, but being much too near it
you surely see all it's flaws, looking from there...yet
look from a distance. look at it whole. and you'll see
flaws can be beautiful things

seeing a rembrandt, but being much too near it
you surely see all it's flaws, looking from there...yet
look from a distance. look at it whole. and you'll see
flaws are most beautiful things

sun colored coy swim through watery paintings,
a cockatoo calls and we make it's acquaintance.
the sound of rain falling, the smell of it always
re-minds me of beautiful things

plums...
babies...
orange moons...
grocery stores...
mountain streams...
belly laughs...
beautiful things...
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