Beautiful

The tide recedes but leaves behind

Bright seashells on the sand.

The sun goes down, but gentle warmth

still lingers on the land.

The music stops, and yet it

Echoes on in sweet refrains...

For every joy that passes,

Something beautiful remains.           

I don't know who wrote this. I found it in a little book filled with poems, prayers, quotes, psalms, stories and personal memories that belonged to my mother. I thought it was beautiful and wanted to share it with you...