It takes a special eye to see
The beauty underneath,
The bliss beyond the surface
Or the backside of the leaf.
Appreciating things as such
Takes quite a bit of work,
But if you take the time to look
You'll find the hidden quirks.
Why bother searching high and low
For such simple little joys?
See, in a work so dank and dark
You should always treasure your toys.
These happy memories are what
Can keep us so alive,
And sometimes all we need in life
Is what we hold inside.
So never stop believing in
The special things we hide,
And instead of skimming the surface
Try to read between the lines.
