Beauty

Wind whispering
Through my tree
Flowers far
As the eye can see
Water running
Through the stream
Sounds coming
From a dream
I hear the birds
I hear the rain
There is nothing here
That is ever plain
Everything is different
As far as I can tell
Each one even has
Its own distinct smell
As I look
Around me now
All these creations
I wonder how
It must be someones
Earthly duty
To go imagine
All this beauty