Beauty

Beautiful flower, How does your beauty flow?
Way down deep and far below!
Beautiful flower, How do you stand so tall, through the day and every hour?
I live in a place, called Garden of Grace;
GOD shines bright upon my face;
HE sends the rains, to water my roots;
Sustains my limbs, through many strong winds;
The icy snows, cause me to hesitate;
Giving me rest, so that I can meditate; Restoring added beauty to outshine the debates;
The clouds, slow me down, so that I can rebound;
Bringing with it showers, to produce amazing flowers;
For brighter days on the next go round;
With extended beauty made from Heaven's Town;
I am Beauty within, found all-year-round!