Presence

This following poem was made as a little part of a science project. Beautyberry is a type of plant.

Original version:

Entrancing colors are all I see
The flight it seems to possess
The feeling of awe in its presence
Beautyberry was made perfectly

By the hand of God it was created
And in our minds it will stay
In our hearts it will remain
In our eyes it will display perfection

Revised, not-so-corny version:

Entrancing colors are all I see
The flight she seems to possess
The feeling of awe in her presence
She was made perfectly

By the hand of God she was created
And in my mind she will stay
In my heart she will remain
In my eyes she will display perfection

Basically, I just changed the plant for a girl. Not very hard to understand. But I do like the poem in general. Pretty short and simple.