Beauty of the World

While having my birthday cake for breakfast :-) and thanking all the nice greetings from people from all over the world, many of them I haven't even met, looking out through my window to the blue sky and sunshine, I'm remembering a poem I wrote a couple of years ago that I would like to share with you now.

Photo: as seen from my window a few days ago.

Thank you so much for being around and for all your support in any forms, I wish you a happy day too and that all your days will go by as in the words below.

Yours, Andrea

BEAUTY OF THE WORLD

Just look around
and you will see
all the beauty of the world:
A little boy's mischievous glance,
bronze flashes in a girl's hair,
silver head of your mother,
eyes -- sky can't be that blue,
a winter day's crystal cold,
moss-grown stone in a wall of centuries,
velvet feet of little babies,
silk dancing shoes,
salad of seven colors,
tempting smile of a peach,
sigh of young trees,
old clock on that tower,
even a fast, red tram,
your favorite restaurant
or newest coffee cup,
ginger-cinnamon cake,
glowing candles,
powerful lightning,
skaters through the town,
songs from a guitar,
photos of a calendar, --

Can you see this?
It comes from you,
all the beauty of the world.

Andrea Gerak