As

I came to watch the sun rise up,
And midnight clear away.
Drifting through the fluffed, puffed bleed,
From dark to light of day.
Contrast of the hues that waft,
Lazily and fade.
The wonder of the birthing rose,
Forsythia's golden fray.
The cool and crisp, dewed droplets,
Warming from the frost,
Lavender and heady,
Such petals, I get lost.
It does not matter what's ahead,
Ease, it will not be.
Beautiful! Ah! Yes, indeed!
As long as I choose "See"!

Raine Les 3/29/08

beautiful!

Very beautiful!!!

Yes SEE!!!

beautiful...yes SEE

LIFE, in many forms of IT BEAUTY, and ALL or SOME of what WE see......nice words...