The loud repeating screech of the bell echoing throughout the hallways.

Can’t hear the teacher, student yelling and screaming, just “shut up!”

But the pencil sitting on my desk

So smooth, so soft,  so opposite, like the calm ocean blue.

From the loud city down the street to the

breaking waves.

Such a peaceful item in such a clamoring place.

How can such a soothing item withstand everything trying to

Break it apart.

Like a palm tree hovering over the sand

Living out its life and giving joy.

They’re so loud in the city

but once entering onto the beach it puts you into a harmonious mind state.

Day in and day out the sun and moon sit on the water

like the pencil on my desk.

It knows its purpose

but can be used for so much more.

No amount of destruction can take away

the everlasting beauty of the breathless pencil.

Always look for the elegance

To anything imperfect in your life.