Beauty

Submitted by satya on Sun, 02/14/2016 - 11:48

I was in a bus, when it passed a hill.

Beauty of nature, had come to a still.

It was high and beautiful,

As beautiful as I had never seen,

nor I think I will.

At that moment, a man jumped from the hill.

He laid down motionless and still.

And the hill was still high and beautiful.