Can I describe the beauty in a wave
That arches high as horses boldly ride,
That offers up the freedom that I crave
When I am sadly stuck alone inside?
Can I begin to calculate the ways
That brightness brings delight into my eyes
On winter mornings as the lonely grays
Are banished when the sun begins to rise?
How can I even start to comprehend
That beauty brings enchantment to the view
And offers up the chance for hopes to mend
In times when other joys are very few?
When nature smiles the healing that I feel
Restores me in a way that seems surreal.
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© Christopher Jervis, 2015