A Poem About Beauty



Leaves dropping from a clear blue sky,

Colors pretty as butterflies,

Floating softly to the earth,

Beauty seen for what it's worth.


If they blew back from where they came,

Upon the trees which gave them fame,

Would beauty be in another form,

Pretty painted hillsides born?

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