Innate beauty,
All around,
By definition,
It’s embedded.
Do we e’er stop,
To look up?
To notice the
Way things look?
The wind in the
Trees, the birds are
Chirping quite
Happily, some
Overhead
Soar broad traces,
Black wings which
Juxtapose the
Bright blue sky.
Do we e’er stop,
To look up?
To notice the
Way things look?
