Beauty

And when the sky begins to fade, 

Do you see the birds fly away?

Can you see the sky as it begins to shade?

That golden yellow turning a purple grey.

And suddenly all i see is black and white,

Can you see the nights' eye blink?

Can you see the faces on the street?

A homeless man, with no food for days,

Some lonely girl, crying while going her way.

Will you feel the dirt beneath your feet?

Have you seen the flowers flowing in the breeze?

A woman admist  her jewelry,

A woman dancing like it's free.

Waiting for a long lost love,

Dancing to her new found love.

Not knowing what she might see,

Not knowing what she may seek.

A beautiful memory it seems,

Like happiness in a crowded street. 

             - Alina (Am.B)