As I was brushing my teeth, I noticed a spider slowly making its way up the mirror. Since most people are scared of spiders, they do not take the time to watch them move. When I did, I found it very graceful and elegant. The spider delicately reaches out with one leg and attempts to find a grip. Once there, it moves with 10,000 tiny movements. Watching this, I was inspired to write a poem. I have also decided to ask the first girl I have ever liked out. (The flower at the right is for her). I hope you enjoy this somewhat trite poem.
Beauty is everywhere In the bright bird building its nest In the spider climbing the water spout In the white flag of peace In the shaft of a gun Beauty is anywhere
Beauty is eternal In the young man's heart In the hit man's love of his sister In the young girl's hair In the old man's smile Beauty is forever
Beauty is temporary In the glistening dew In the setting sun In the buds of spring In autumn's leaves Beauty is fleeting.
Beauty is deadly. In the colorful frog In the dark plant In the young woman In the bullet Beauty is fatal.
Beauty is everywhere.
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