Melodious birdsong all morning long.
Lovely stargazing lily, stained by rusty stamen filthy.
Diamonds in the rough-though just a rock of carbon,
all facets aside.
Bars of precious gold people still hide.
Supplest of metal, soft shiny pride,
purposeless and paradoxical.
Emaciated elegance,
Easy on the Eye,
a standard of beauty is dictated.
Monumental stupidity in all the standards of frivolity.
Semiprecious or flawed, not making the cut,
inadequacies fill the black Hole-
that is the empty soul,
which pines and yearns but never learns…
The most beautiful thing should not be judged
by human packaging,
maybe what we are told to see
that is beautiful to you-
may not be to me.
Reaching for the status-quo
determines just how far you will grow.
Things of value we are sold,
advertising aggrandizement is how we are told.
What is a handsome treasure?
Who is asking and why?
Is it a worm or a butterfly?
Photo By Cheryl Schultz for the U.S. Fish & Wildlife Service [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
