Flames burning, fumes forever pouring out,
Deep pressure pushing in, changing brittle to hard,
Black to red, to white, scorching fire all about.
This is beauty...
A diamond in the rough, a coal shard.
Crisp encasing, tight, yet soft and warm,
Slimy, creepy, fuzzy, scrunched small within,
Changing with difficulty, bur meeting no harm.
This is beauty...
A butterfly from a caterpillar, to begin.
Dirty and deep below the surface, sunlight sought through,
Damp, dark, and dreary, from brown to green in deed,
Hard and spouting, low and pushing to become new.
This is beauty...
An oak in the making, a rooting seed.
Not just the end results make us beautiful, it's
Struggles we conquer, and problems with which we are faced,
The mountains we do climb at the height of our wits.
This is beauty...
The purest kind, who we are, within we are encased.
Deep pressure pushing in, changing brittle to hard,
Black to red, to white, scorching fire all about.
This is beauty...
A diamond in the rough, a coal shard.
Crisp encasing, tight, yet soft and warm,
Slimy, creepy, fuzzy, scrunched small within,
Changing with difficulty, bur meeting no harm.
This is beauty...
A butterfly from a caterpillar, to begin.
Dirty and deep below the surface, sunlight sought through,
Damp, dark, and dreary, from brown to green in deed,
Hard and spouting, low and pushing to become new.
This is beauty...
An oak in the making, a rooting seed.
Not just the end results make us beautiful, it's
Struggles we conquer, and problems with which we are faced,
The mountains we do climb at the height of our wits.
This is beauty...
The purest kind, who we are, within we are encased.
