A Perfect Picture of Beauty

A Perfect Picture of Beauty

The evening sky was painted bright,
A masterpiece of fading light.
Each cloud was brushed with fiery gold,
A timeless wonder to behold.

The quiet water caught each flame,
Until the lake and heaven became the same.
Not even wind could steal away,
The beauty born at close of day.

The trees stood still in shadow deep,
Like faithful guards refusing sleep.
Watching colours softly blend,
As daylight bowed to night’s old friend.

Nature asks for nothing more,
Than eyes that truly can adore.
No palace built by human hands,
Could match what heaven gently planned.

Beauty lives where peace is found,
In whispered skies without a sound.
A simple scene beside the shore,
Can leave the heart forever wanting more.

Long after daylight slips from view,
Its colours leave the soul renewed.
The finest paintings cannot compete,
With moments nature makes complete.

So when tomorrow calls your name,
Remember skies of living flame.
For beauty never asks for praise,
It simply fills our hearts with grace.