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