Look for beauty that's everywhere
Though faint from what it was
Still visible in droplets on leaves
In fog and mist that fill the air
Cherish this space in which I find
So much joy in the touch of the flower
Colors of varying hues do make much ado
On every hill that begs me just to climb
In sounds I hear that resound everywhere
All created make themselves known
Every moment with joys still unknown
All that's given for enough to share
Its varied forms so impressed me to see
Open their arms, embraced just freely
Asked for nothing just be cared for
In waters and land so heavenly
The air I breathed still all I greet
A total package mines complete
Why desecrate this, the only one I got
A world cries out, forget me not
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.