you are beautiful – when suns
gather on that side of the mist, and
punch through it, ray by ray
weaving you morning.
you are beautiful – when birds
sing their territories hidden in the green
and their shrill melodies scatter
your early chill.
you are beautiful – in colours
and raindrops, among the fresh lawns,
and hosts of edifices, flowing freely
into the dawn.
you are beautiful – when world
was put together, god made a hole
in the webbing of things and people
for you to grow.