Just like contemplation,
Is fascination,
Beholding
True

Beauty,
In all things, it’s apparent,
When you stare
Into what’s already there

Just like the single
Flame
We might take for granted,
Or

The star
Shooting across the sky
Looking
For a reason why

Existence
Is always so persistent,
Striving
And driving humanity

Towards the heavens
Just like a feather,
Loosed
From

Someone’s fingertips,

Like when we
Were little, and
All of life was a

Playground,

Before the
Sound
Of another round
Of detritus

Fell
From the tree
Upon the ground, and

We looked on
In astonishment,
As the witness
Of all the bliss

And blessings,
For which we did see

Fascination
Did hold our attention,
While the world
Did continue

To go round and round,

And we left the playground
For a life full of
Adult things,
Which
Held

Less fascination,
Yet, when you really look, and
See, you will find
That fascination

Still holds true,

When you
Let go, and stay present
To all the beauty,
That’s right in front of you

#poetry, #beauty, #fascination, #love, #nature, #poem, #poems, #wonder