Everything is beautiful, just like the day we sat

in the park by the lake, reading poetry to each other,

laughing at the innocent rhymes.

Everything is serene, just like the evening we danced

under the trees in my garden, kissing each other,

owning the world and its passions.

Everything is wonderful, just like in the movie we saw

ages ago in another world, holding each other

tight and hard, pledging to never let go.

Until we learn that everything, just like the tide,

is highly temporary at best, unfolding to us

the wonders of heart that remain.

Everything, in its own way, is perfect.