There's simple beauty everywhere,

Today we find it scarce and rare.

Behind the flashinglihts it lay,

While we just stare into Time Square

It lives inside a bride's boquet,

Or children's joy on Christmas Day.

We scour Earth to glimpse a trace

Of beaty that was left astray.

Extrvagance shoved in our face

Makes it so esy to replace

The beauty that defines the pace;

The future of the human race.