I gaze in awe at the beauty that surrounds me.

Trees in glorious summer dress,

Spreading wings,

As shelter for reclining lovers.

Flowers, pregnant in full bloom,

Awaiting buzzing lovers

To fulfil their purpose,

And to savour sweet perfume.

An emerald sea, so gently

Caressing soft white sands,

Washing naked toes,

Of lovers holding hands.

Snow white cumulus,

Drift slowly,

lazily,

Across a cerulean sky.

And,

I ask myself,

Why?

Why am I still here, and not at home?

The home where I belong,

Where true beauty lies,

Within you,

Why?

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Owain Glyn