How Beautiful can it be?
How Beautiful can it be?


Oh! Behold beautiful the creation
The scent of flowers, chirping of birds
The ringing sound of water at flow
Oh! How blue and white the sky is
Above all, the creation rejoicing in the beauty of the creation itself
Oh! How priced the creation is?
Would they know? With darkness in their hearts
Spreading like a wildfire in warm, dry woods
Does it even nourish the creation, or poison it instead?
Is it worth at the creator’s sight?
Oh! Is it hard to spread love and cherish another soul?
Is it that hard to drag a soul out of misery?