True Beauty

A song bird's twitter and tweet,
A sound so pure, so sweet.
The child wakes to greet the new day,
A time for dance and play.
But will the world be like this in years to come?
Or will it be over at the setting of the sun?

Sheltered from the truth behind lies,
Life burning, blackening the skies.
Will the child wake up and see,
The true beauty in every tall standing tree?
Or will the lies consume him,
Leaving the world to turn dim?

But passion burns in his eyes,
To see true beauty never dies.
For the world to be restored, to how it was planned,
Through the work of God, using his own two hands.
Then the world is how it should be,
Perfection, alive, true beauty