My daughter's hair is golden like the sun
Sapphires cannot compete with eyes so blue.
Her rosy half-moon cheeks with freckles run
To meet a neck so elegant and new.
I have seen beauty in a new born babe
Develop into elegance and grace.
But such beauty we cannot always save.
Time passes at a very rapid pace.
If we could count the years we spend alive.
We would not waste our time on useless things.
Into an endless ocean we would dive
To cleanse ourselves of all that sorrow brings.
The beauty of a young girl's happy face
Reminds us life has value,worth and pace.