Sometimes the air is so pure
And beauty’s store
Becomes too much.
At such
Moments the heart is full
And a dull
Ache
Will not me forsake.
Tears fall on the tranquil lake.
The sun awakes.
I will go
And see the rainbow
Shine
And ponder on what some call nature
And others the divine.
K Morris - Poet 
Wonderful words Kevin and beauty that is everywhere
Thank you, I’m pleased you like my poem “Beauty”. Kevin
Welcome Kevin