Perfection - A Poem

The life we call perfect,

can mean so many things to so many people.

Everyone seems to have there own explanation.

When you look around you,

and see what you see, is that a perfect life?

Or is it a life made up of material things?

A life made up of lies?

When you go into the forest and see the nature around you,

you can see the true perfection of life.

The trees, grass, flowers, and animals.

All perfect in there own way.

Looking at the mountains from inside a plane.

Flying over perfection of natural sources.

Water flowing perfectly down the mountain side.

Free and true in its own way.

A rainbow at the end of a showery day.

Reminding you of the gold at the end of the rainbow.

Giving you truth of what perfection really is.

Actually saying:"Nature is perfection in it's own way."