Shades Of Earth [ Book Two Of The Shades Series]

20 | It Could Be Beautiful

If only you'd look at it from a different angle
Be open enough to behold what's there and forget
Forget what you're looking for.
Maybe, then, it could be beautiful.
If you appreciated that it exists the way it was meant to
Perhaps, then, you wouldn't befriend destruction
Breaking everything only to create them anew
Behold, our world is already perfect.

The markings on the walls in the alleys are ugly
So too, are the trees filling your yard with dead leaves.
You'll have to rake them soon
Perhaps that's why it's ugly for you.
But, it could be beautiful too.
If only your eyes weren't clouded by fabled perfection
The drawings you so despise could be masterpieces
Woven beneath your feet could be nature's gift
An autumn blanket being worn by your yard.

From a different perspective, you could see the magic
The night wouldn't just be dark
It would be an evening lit with stars
Garnished with the moon dressed in its full attire
And the dawning would spring with music
Faultless tunes sung by chirping birds
If you lay still, your nose could be filled with perfumes
The sweet aromas of flowers blessing a new day.
And somehow, it could still be more beautiful
When the worrier rises conquering the darkness
And she kisses the valley, a warm red-orange.

If you weren't so busy criticizing everything
Wasting resources to paint an already perfect picture
And hating what you don't understand
Maybe, then, it could be beautiful.
Our world, these lands, and those vast oceans
They could all be enchanting
So too, could the creatures living in them
For the truth is, you can't make it perfect
You can't recreate what you've already destroyed
And you too, are flawed to perfection.
It could be beautiful
But you're busy chasing the epitome of your imagination.