By American Journal’s Bard, Charles Stokes

When the sun is bright

We don’t see the beauty that lies within

It was there, but we were enjoying the sun

There is beauty all around

But, we were bathing in the light

Now the sun is going and the light growing dim

We pause and notice the beauty that was within

Only a short time left; now we can see

Now the light is dim, and the beauty graces the ground

Soon it will be gone, dried and withered

Where were we when beauty was all around?

~Stokes

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