waking to a cold wet world.
opening my eyes
colorless, lifeless, but beautiful,
i find to my surprise.
there's beauty in good and beauty in bad
beauty in all that i'm seeing...
I love the creation of all as it is -
its' storming and falling and being.
who knew that a day that i thought would bring hate
dawning, made me to be free?
the cynic is gone, i can start moving on,
and start seeing the beauty in me.