I want to cradle the world in my hands 

So that my eyes can only see shiny purple flowers and flourishing trees

With children running across the bright green grasslands

Soaking up the summer breeze 

But when I take off my rose colored glasses

I see the stormy clouds fill up the sky with ease

A sorrow frown fills the masses

As the pouring rain replaces the summer breeze 

 Weeds trench through the now withering flowers

Surrounding the fallen leaves

My eyes scatter the land as the dark sky devours

My heart fills with a sense of grief

Because what is life without beauty 

What is a painter without a brush

What is a soldier without duty

What is a romantic without a crush

Then again the way the rain falls hums my ears 

The light grey sky gives me a sense of peace 

I kind of love watching the crowded grasslands clear

Landscapes changing feels like a new art piece  

Is beauty filling checks in boxes 

Or is beauty in the eyes of the beholder 

Can one prefer the pounding rain drops

Oh well maybe I’ll get wiser as I get older