I get my own bit of beauty,
every single day.
On my long boring bus drive,
to school every day.
I see the beautiful sunrises.
(Unless the window is
foggy, icy or dirty.)
We drive on back roads,
between open fields,
over rivers, and by old houses.
I get to see the crops grow,
the snow glisten,
the trees grow green.
We even see the
occasional deer,
a buck, a doe,
and maybe some fawns.
The land may be flat,
and my bus noisy,
but that doesn’t distract me,
from my own bit of beauty.