Beauty in the World-single

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smelling the honeysuckle on my terrific back porch at our old house helped lead this tune into my world.

©2002 Steven B. Eulberg

beauty in the world (3:01)

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Rippling wave of a bounding squirrel

Jumping rope of a knee-socked, little girl

Waving bounce of an ebony curl

I’m grateful for beauty in the world,

I’m grateful for beauty in the world.

 

 

The wounded soul, now re-made whole

Tattered heart, no longer torn apart

The clasping hands of long-time enemies,

A healing sight for those with eyes to see.

 

 

Breath of lavender in the Spring

Honey-suckle whisper as the crickets sing

Scented touch that rose petals bring

I’m grateful for beauty in the world,

I’m grateful for beauty in the world.

 

The wounded soul….

 

Purple heather on the mountainside

Tender glance ‘tween an aged pair of eyes

Giggle of a growing infant child,

I’m grateful for beauty in the world

I’m grateful for beauty in the world