A Rendezvous with nostalgia

The following is a poem written by me in school; Something that, only recently, I was able to extract from the deepest trenches of my memory.

                                     

  Beauty

                                    

God came to me and said,

"I come to thee for a purpose,

which you shall serve as a must.

Look for the most beautiful thing in the world,

And bring it to me like you're carrying a pearl."

I looked at him and said,

"Give me three months time,

and I will have everything in line.

You will have what you desire,

And I will after which retire."

I looked into the sky,

I looked into the ocean;

I climbed the highest mountain,

and swam the darkest tide.

But, nothing did I find

that could be in line.

Three months passed and God appeared,

He eyed me and said,

"Why do you come empty-handed?

Did you not do what I demanded?

I asked for beauty,

and you've spent you're time wastefully."

I looked at him and said,

"Dear God, I have wasted three precious months,

I had found beauty, when you came down from the Sun.

It is you and only you that is beauty to me.

How long it took me to notice your superiority."