I want to see beauty in everything
To turn tragedy into a happy ending
I want to run around in a grassy field
Fall down and just enjoy the sunlight on my face
Where flowers grow without shame of size or shape
They feel no need to fret about my passing trampling feet
I want to see all creation as something special
The world to spin as some beautiful painting
The painters canvas all around
And yet unnoticed daily by all
The great work of art ever created
Lost to a mass of busy followers
None taking the time to run through the field of flowers
Or stopping just to observe the marvelous beauty all around
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