Simple Elegance

A blade of grass in a field

Bending in the breeze.

Closer,

Dew shines,

Each tiny droplet shining against the 

Fantastically green blade, reflecting the 

Gaze of the sun. 

How is it that 

I can never completely see all of the 

Jewels of beauty that it within

Keeps? The

Longer I look, the more I see, the

More I want to recreate. A

Never-ending source of beauty, containing its 

Own simple elegance. 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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