The Unseen

I could not begin to describe the beauty of a single flower.

How delicate they appear when they bloom.

Or what of the bee,

Or how fast they zoom.

All we hear is our approaching doom.

But why, oh why,

I must ask,

Ignore the precious things,

Even to the point that

We aren't even impressed,

By the magnificent glow

Of a full moon?

Reviews

[shadrach hah]

Hi Anne, yes, it is strange that we seem to miss the small wonders of our world. We always seem to be in so much of a hurry. Such a wonderful poem with such a strong message. There is so much that can bring us peace in this world of ours, we must try and see it and then save it. Have a wonderful Sunday. Hugs....Mike.