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Beauty At Its Best

The way the sun set,
Painting the sky with its colours.
The way the moon lit,
So dull and yet so attractive.
The way the stars spread,
Unevenly and yet in formation.
The way the grass smelt,
So original, without any pretense.

The way the lake shone,
Reflecting whatever it was thrown.
The way the breeze felt,
Carrying a hundred distinct memories.
The way the clouds faded,
So silently into nothing.
The way the trees traded,
Carbon dioxide with the air.

The way the silence held
All the elements, I confess
This is beauty,
At its very natural best.


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