The land of the proverbial Sun

Hopes abound,in the land of
the proverbial sun.
The land,
where the fields are green
and farms aplenty.
A blessed place.
The land of fruits and flowers.
Yes, hopes abound
for a place where
the men are plain,
true and honest.
A place where
the sword hasn't seen
the light of the day.
The place of peace;
a pilgrimage to humanity;
Where black is
but, only a colour
and white, the way of life.

I look for beauty and I find naught

It has been said that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, and I find that, for sure.

In the spring,
in the forest green,
I look for beauty
and I find naught.

In the garden,
in the flowers bloomed,
I look for beauty
and I find naught.

In the mountains,
and in the snow
I look for beauty
and I find naught.

I look all around
and I don't find any beauty
For I had no beauty
in the core of my heart.