Stare into the heavens; watch a star fly high by.
Your mind is swept into a vast collection of beauty.
The smell of a thunderstorm brewing in the sky,
Makes me wonder of everything, why?
The pitter-patter of a wave crashing into a rock,
This world is full of beauty, is it not?
We just may not see it through the eye,
Look further to see what lies behind.

 
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