Beauty

Often we ignore
The beauty we once had
Until it has left us
And then we feel bad.
We feel like we're betrayed
And then we are dismayed

The River

Rushing, flowing, hurling past
Life if always changing
The River of Reality if never stable long
We cannot defend or prolong
We will be our own defeat
As we kneel at Nature's feet
Let us see the rushing river
It is real and we deny it
We cannot escape, we cannot run,
We are trapped by ourselves
And the only way out is through the river