In my room
There's a sweet melody
By my hands

Nothing
Is
More
Beautiful
Than
A smile
That
Has
Struggled
Through
Tears

When
You
Do
Things
From
Your
Soul
You
Feel
A river
Moving
In
You
A joy

Kindness
Is
A
Language
In
Which
The
Deaf
Can
Hear
And
The
blind
Can
See

I walked along the mountain stream
Where dancing sunbeams shone and gleamed

It was such a peaceful place
The gentle breeze carressed my face

I came across a country stile
Where I could sit and think awhile

Far  away  from  this  dangerous  world
The  natural  beauty  just  unfurled.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK  2016.

Once In a while
Beautiful verse
Bubbles
To the surface