Beauty

I wonder why we have to live this life,

Full of joy, grief and strife.

Full of moments, full of joy and pain,

Tremendous loss and gain.

Once in my uneventful life,

I was attacked by grief and strife,

By the death of a loved one,

Whom I respected more than anyone.

And I was struck by sorrows' arrow,

And I asked myself, I bought grief or did I borrow?

When will this pain go?

When will I be free from woe?

Then the beautiful flowers hypnotized me.

The sorrow ran and I danced with glee!

I was impressed by nature's beauty.

All my sorrow ran away,

And I was happy and gay.

With nature I was in love,

For once, I appreciated the God above.

But then I discovered that all beautiful things die.

Oh God listen to my cries!

Make beauty live forever,

Make it such that it never Dies.

Oh God listen to my cries!