Beauty quietly lyes
beneath the dirt and leaves
the little sprout trying to get out
pushing it's way through all the weeds
Beauty quietly lyes in the glory of the sunrise
Passionate reds, and joyfilled yellow hues,
painted across the skies, purples and pinks
Beauty quietly lyes behind
reddened bloodshot eyes,
it's left it's mark on knees
who've knelt for much of their lives
Beauty quietly lyes where we least expect
It's a smile marking a soul,
the rainfall during the sunset
Beauty isn't so obvious,
not everyone can see it
It has been disguised, hidden
for those whom care to seek it
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