Flowers bloom in the meadow
Blessing of the serene spring
Butterflies hover around on them
Oh, what a vision they bring!
Winter is a bit dry though
We’re all chilly at our knees
No breaths are taken in
To witness the rows of bare trees.
But the snowflakes are spectacular
And if you are really careful to hear
You can feel the festive laughing
As the empty branches quiver.
Winter has its own appeal
And I bet you if we were taught so
We’d never once wonder
Where’d its charm go?
The thing is we praise everything with beauty
But how can we ever define
How can the standards of something so natural
Ever be confined?
We say beauty is talent
We say beauty is inherent
But we don’t see the beauty made stagnant
By our delusional deterrents.
Because beauty isn’t what we see
But rather how we see it
You can’t ever experience beauty
Unless you feel it
You have to let it bloom inside you
Like a flower frail and fair
For only way you can see true beauty
Is by believing it is there.
And the day you start believing
The day your penchant eye is set free
You’ll see the lines of beauty drawn across
Every bare tree.
