I wrote this a little while ago when I was thinking about the definition of beauty.
Didn't originally mean for it to become a poem, but when I realized that I could sum up my thoughts in very few words, it became one. Sort of an accident, really.
What is beauty?
Simplicity.
A field of grain, a pastoral scene.
Windswept, swaying in unison.
Points of gold, shadowed by a green ridge.
Simple. Beautiful.
Examined further;
A symphony of intricate natural processes.
Complex. Beautiful.
Our God.
Peace that surpasses understanding.
Exalted in His power.
Yet, simple.
God is Love.
Beautiful.
Edit from the future!
Forgot to add the obligatory "my poetry is terrible" thing. Silly me.
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