Pretty Much My Newerest Poem (An Acrostic)

BEAUTY IN A MUD PUDDLE

Beauty is everywhere Everything is held in His hand. A mud puddle wouldn’t exist Unless we needed both The rain and glorious soil. Youthful glee and splashes!

I remember the glory of dirt, Now that I like to be clean. A mud puddle wouldn’t exist; Mere pocket of grimy water Unless we needed both Dreams and splashing reality.

Perhaps life would be boring Unless we needed both Dreams and splashing reality. Dreams and splashing reality Likely answer His reasoning. Everything is held in His hand.