we only know Grey Division.
Do you know whats beautiful in this life?
It’s silly to have seen such beauty.
To have traveled so many ways, our own to feet, car, train, plane, boat, and how many more?
It’s silly to have seen beauty.
To hear, see, walk, and breathe.
Every corner touched by so much more.
Green grass, thumbs, leaves. Blue waters, grime and dirt, bugs and all.
It’s silly to have seen beauty.
It’s silly to have seen beauty.
All to be at your own demise.
It’s silly to have seen beauty.
For expandable unallocated hours of quantitative achievement.
It’s silly to have seen beauty.
To know only grey division, blindingly dimmed lights, and inconsequential chatters.
It’s silly to have seen beauty.
It’s silly to have seen beauty.
The whispers of the wind, tunes and rhythm to no end, colors unstoppable, and gifted flavors.
All to succumb in the depths of man-made success pits
Only to remember in far-off desires the utmost simplistic forms of what life and love are.
It’s silly to have seen beauty.
How silly am I to dream?
Beautifully written. 🙂 Sometimes we're so busy chasing success that we forget to appreciate the beauty that's already around us.
Reading that poem is like breathing fresh air again. I especially loved the words, 'It’s silly to have seen beauty'.
To hear, see, walk and breathe.
Every corner touched by so much more:
Green grass, thumbs, leaves.'
The rhythm is impeccable — such poetry, such softness. Thank you for reminding us how to breathe. This is a lovely poem. 🌺