Seek the joy of beauty
That sits before your eyes
Thoroughly delighted
To see those standing by

Looking with awareness
Of all of those who sigh
Feels the love upon him
As he sits so way up high

Here within his treasure
The bark on which he rests
He feels the softest glory
Of life he loves the best

Beauty is in vision
Of nature's sweetest glow
So warm and sweet and precious
His countenance will show

Peaceful gift of nature
That fills the world with glee
Just one glance of softness
Staring back at me.

~ Francine Pucillo ~
©Copyright September 10, 2002