Something Beautiful

Fairytales are the magic of the night.
They hold the beauty inside a good sleep,
I mean for children of course, that small mind

The blooming of a flower is a light,
Its beauty is something shallow and deep.
I’m writing to you, please don’t look behind.

The breaking of day, a beautiful sight,
the cry of babies, like that of the creep.
Look into your soul so you don’t grow blind.

This verse is for when God is on your site,
Some blocks that will crumble, he’d like to keep.
This particular beauty, please don’t bind.

On days when we sit to meditate,
just know that beauty is beyond our taste.

Ruddapoet Rudolph