Never a rose without a thorn
Never beauty without a beast
Perfection never without a price
Only beauty that is free.
Beauty within the eye of the beholder
Musters beauty from within
Spread your wings and fly above
The ones lost that delve in sin.
A gentle breeze brings fall
The golden brown leaves to dirt and footsteps
The naked branch still clings to air
Skeletal fingers stretch toward grey abyss
See with ease as they tumble
And feel nothing for the fallen
No sorrow from the waiting crow
Or for the tree that blooms again
A brief poem inspired by my day of photography, I hope you enjoy.