I would rather speak of the beauty, not of things that offend my eyes.
Let me dwell not in the muck and the rain, but beneath the sunny blue skies.
Railing against the winds that howl, is something I loath to do.
I’d rather travel in a positive space; does that make any sense to you?
At my door anger is never welcome it’s, a useless, pitiful thing.
It sits upon my shoulders, like an ill-fitting , broken wing.
Rage is a poorly cooked meal for my hungering spirit in need.
‘Tis bitter and tough to the palette, giving succor that cannot succeed.
Looking for beauty is not always easy; it hides behind curtains of fear.
If you find it remember to treasure it closely, cherish and hold it so dear.
It’s elusive, and slippery, abounding around us, it sits right under our nose.
You can capture its magic while walking about, if you stop to smell a new rose.
So I'll speak of the exquisite beauty; of things that thrive in the light.
I will seek out goodness and relish peace in the dead of the still, dark night.
When given the choice of what to do, I will walk in the light of the sun.
Where the flowers are blooming brightly, and birds have the blues on the run.~Jay Olson
