Beauty in the heavens, <br />Beauty in the seas, <br />beauty in the sky, <br />beauty in the wind, <br />beauty in the creatures <br />beauty in you and i. <br />And this, a daydream, <br />for all these shall fade away in time, <br />and the tranquil wind shall bring forth fiery storm, <br />the heavens shall sink and fall, <br />the creatures shall grow and die, <br />the sky shall turn black like coal, <br />the wild shall emerge from the seas, <br />and you and i shall be hag, with wrinkles and malady, <br />for no drugs shall revive our bones, <br />and our eyes shall be filled with lumps like stones, <br />our breath will come to an end, <br />the smell of funeral, siren, coffin, tears, <br />tiling the loamy earth, <br />and down, our successors shall let us in, <br />into where the termites live, <br />our flesh shall be devoured as food, <br />our humanity is gone, <br />where is then, the beauty again? <br />Which we so much cherised like an egg?<br /><br />Michael Bassey Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loose-lustres-of-pulchritude/
