To see a flower, or the waves of the sea,
Appreciate all, things around me.
The beauty of when, the orange sun sets,
The beauty of you, the most I've met.
Your hand in mine, the hand of a friend,
This poem I write, to you I send.
Trees of a forest, a majestic green,
Colors of the rainbow, all the colors I've seen.
A little child, wearing a smile,
One thing that, is always in style.
Your hand in mine, the hand of a friend,
This poem I write, it doesn't end....