Twisting beauty.

Very different things, beautiful in there own different ways.

i see the blue parrot wing flaps,
And some few feathers dash out,
Just as its blue feather flutters,
And then floats in air,
It has one great thing it symbolise,
the twisting beauty of life,
The so many wonderful sights,
That lies on this earth,
From the great forest fauna,
And the cool breeze that always drift by,
So many beautiful wonders,
Crawling this world in numbers,
And still yet they differs,
in how they d make you gasp,
And then realise that,
in this mysterious earth,
Anything can come alive,
Bringing with it beautiful delight.

Reviews

[mystic soul]

beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder... these things we all see.. but hardly notice them... pathetic!! beauty is everywhere waiting to get noticed! i liked this one....