World's gone beautiful;
Yes, the world's gone beautiful.
The flowers bloom
And the sun shines brightly,
While death slowly opens the door.
All we have is time;
Yes, all we have now is time.
Look to the future
While the past lurks nearby,
And we can't tell what'll be in store.
World's gone beautiful;
Yes, the world's gone beautiful.
We count our days
And we count our blessings,
For we don't know we have much more.
It all gets clearer;
Yes, soon it all gets clearer.
The water shines
And the fish do rejoice,
For soon all will settle the score.
World's gone beautiful;
Yes, the world's gone beautiful.
We face the end
Or what appears to be,
'Cause now it's our turn on the floor.
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Imagination
Poetryim·ag·i·na·tion /iˌmajəˈnāSH(ə)n/ noun the faculty or action of forming new ideas, or images or concepts of external objects not present to the senses. Otherwise known as "Musings of the Balladeer." This is an anthology of poetry I've written...
