Beautiful Things

Where do the beautiful things come from
The moments that swell your soul
The moments where Euphoria lives
In her humble tavern, waiting to be discovered

Where do the beautiful things come from
That make everything seem so very possible
Which rock in my garden must be overturned
To reveal them, giggling like children

Where do the beautiful things come from
That inspire bonfires and singing and charades
That tug on your fishing reel
Tempting to drag you ever on and away

Where do the beautiful things come from
That sit on your lap like a pup
And laze around with you on a plain, rainy day
And that cause you to fall asleep with a smile





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