Beauty Flies

Beauty flies with butterflies.

Where do they go?

When they fly, they beautify

My heart and my soul.

Of beauty I am also made.

In all my colors it shows.

Whether in light or in shade,

The essence of my hues glows.

As the wind touches my skin,

And in a flower field I run,

Rainbows flow from within,

My colors sparkle in the sun.

Colors make nature strong,

Gentle, and full of delight.

Segregation means a lifelong

Of pain, wounds, and blight.

Without contrast colors subside,

Making a world stale and bland,

Taking away the joy and pride

Of a life free, wholesome, and grand.

Like an artist’s masterpiece,

Or butterflies in a flower field,

Let’s paint love, tolerance, and peace,

And natural beauty revealed.