The hills did not burst into song today,
The seas were calm, as if waiting for time.
The muse of the senses has gone away.
No beauty showered the soul past sublime.
What disguised grace do our eyes fail to see?
We cherish beauty in limited ways,
To walk blindly in nature’s majesty,
And miss sparks of wonder on common days.
While a newborn babe grasps to comprehend,
The world is singing - be brave and explore.
Scenes of delight when her eyes are opened.
We knew this kind of innocence before.
So little has changed. I do not know why.
I wonder - What exists beyond the sky?
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