There is beauty in all I see—The whispering grass, the leaning tree,A raindrop clinging to the pane,The silver hush before the rain. A child’s laugh on a passing breeze,The golden hush between the leaves,The crack in walls where flowers grow,The moonlight soft on streets below. There’s beauty in a wrinkled hand,In footprints left upon the … Continue reading Poem: There Is Beauty in All I See