Alana's POV.
1 week after the fire
I glanced down at a newspaper, but I still couldn't believe it... Looker was dead.
"Stupid Team Rocket!" I nearly screamed, Red sitting next to me had no idea who Looker was to me.
Flashback
The beauty of a poem
The beauty of music
The beauty of light
The beauty of life
The beauty which makes us want to live life more
The beauty which pains us inside
The beauty in longing.
The beauty we come upon by surprise
The beauty of the day and the beauty of the night
The beauty we all have inside us
The beauty we can see and feel and never explain
The beauty that lifts us up
The beauty that makes us want to live more
The beauty that makes us reach out to God
The beauty we want to thank God for
The beauty of lilacs
The beauty of autumn leaves
The beauty of the people we love
The beauty that pervades life
The beauty that turns away from us
And will not let us be a part of it
The beauty we hold on to fragilely
As a driven leaf
The beauty the beauty the beauty
Oh life oh God of goodness oh death
The beauty we can never see
And the Beauty within us all
Oh God
The Beauty in us and Beyond us all.
Father always told me this poem at night. I'd go to bed with a smile always. Yet now I don't have this poem to hang onto, the one I called father is gone. Gone forever and never to return... Father...
Authors Note: I know this chapter was very short. And some people might not get the point of this chapter. I do not own red or the poem itself. To those who don't get the point of this chapter. You will soon enough