Little Boy Blue by Ben Bigelow
Beauty by Mckell Hadlock
Beauty by Mckell Hadlock
Beauty is not only happiness—
not only in sunny skies.
Tragedy, also, is beautiful.
When gray skies rain cold tears on our hearts—
a withered rose,
a scar.
A moment in time
never to be had again—
When all youth is spent,
and years have earned their wear—
and lie there,
only a hint of once was fair.
Beauty is not only the fleeting sun,
nor the flowers,
nor the ever-changing leaves,
nor the tempered seas.
There is beauty in the dark—
In the soil, and the rocks.
In the barren tree,
and in the wild sea.
There is beauty in a broken heart,
in an unplayed part.
Rather than your constant fight,
on occasion,
take you pleasure in the bite.
