when you tread across the path to my house
an estate
on the East coast of the United States
I don't think you notice
the fresh air
the birdsong
the wind and what it tells me ;
but one thing you do notice
is the way
the house
is pruned
and primped
it is a front
you turn your collar to the real beauty of the forest,
the one you could almost
reach out and touch
so instead of seeing beauty
you look at it,
'pretty'
but to be pretty is not
to be beautiful
and looking is not seeing
it is being blind to
what you should be
aware of
and that is beauty
so observe not with your eyes,
but with your heart
because there is more than a house
there is a home
there is a history
