'Beauty'

Eyes open on morning's arrival

Another day

Bustling, complaining

Coffee drinking

For coins few yet precious

Then regurgitated shows

Showing fresh ideas are as few

As our earned coins

And fitful sleep

Broken and short

And repeat

The invisible monotony of life

Disguises itself to us

It is all

It is everything

Close eyes and breathe

See beyond

Fields driven past into nonexistence

See children playing, laughing

See the sun's fingers

Streaming through clouds

To touch the ground

To touch us

See beauty