I watch beauty at its work
Watching it unfold
Like a sunrise in summer
First gentle then an explosion of gold
I watch grace as it hums
To a melody or two
Too unapologetic yet not brazen
Lost in her own blues
I watch happiness as it glides
Innocent in its strokes
It stays but for a little while
Then away it floats
I watch innocence as it melts
Like an eclectic winter snowflake
Dancing and moving like the wind
Leaving warmth in its wake
And so I watch, a mere spectator
As she, in all her glory manifests
Too spellbound by her enigmatic being
Her beauty encompassing the best