There is a beauty in small inconsequential things
like the iridescent spot on a monarch’s wings
fluttering by and concealed by motion, by flight
unseen, but for a fleeting ray of silver light.
Small things, such as a sparkle of glitter in sand,
a bump on a toad, a freckle on a hand.
Beautiful things: small, tiny, and often obscure,
the radiant, the glowing, the plain, the pure.
Simple pleasures are for simple innocent minds,
who take unexpected joy in these treasured finds.
They seem unimportant in the great global scheme,
but cause a heart to wonder, to reflect, to dream.
Open your eyes fully, and see what the wind brings;
simple beauty in inconsequential things.
08/2010
