My Most Beautiful Thing is just this
And it may not be clever or long
And it may not scan or make rhyme
And impossible to turn into song.
My Most Beautiful Thing might be short
And it might be sad or a comic exchange
It could be invented or dreamt of or real
It could be common or garden or strange.
My Most Beautiful Thing is just this.
That I can listen, I can think, I can see
That I can dream this and write this and live
And be unafraid, and willing and free.