Chloe's Poem!

Still Things Are Beautiful

Still things are beautiful:

The rainbow that is there

As the sad rain stops its cry,

The clouds at which you stare,

Or the trees that touch the sky.

The coral that stretches across the sea floor,

The diamond that sits so pretty in display,

The blue sky you see as you open the door,

Or the bright sun that shines in early May.

But things that move are beautiful too:

The flower that starts to blossom in spring,

The fish that swim in the open blue,

And as the sun comes up, the birds that sing.

The elegant swan that swims without a care in the world,

The butterflies you see while out and about,

That adorable kitty that just sits and says, “Purr!”,

And, of course, you, inside and out.