The world is god's best creation,
Though it is said to be an illusion,
For it be forests filled with trees most valuable,
Or deserts carpeted with sand so fine,
Oceans blue with sparkling water,
Or mountains so high they touch the sky,
It never ceases to surprise.
What is it to us humans?
A minor aspect of not much Importance,
For we preach but not follow,
Our mind whole yet shallow,
For we yearn and yearn for beauty as foreign,
But what we yearn for is already given,
In the guise of the beautiful world.
What of the Eagle?
Black like the sins of the people,
White like the little goodness prevalent,
An elephant from its eyes as small as an ant,
Every vivid detail standing out,
Like a needle in a haystack,
As it zeroes in on its prey,
Latching on to it with its talons.
What of the mouse?
Grey as the overcast sky,
The world through its eyes magnified,
Every little sound as loud as a siren,
Every raindrop as heavy as a pebble,
As it seeks for a place,
That might change its life forever,
Hiding it from its predators.
We consider ourselves at the top of the ladder,
High and mighty, Intelligent and proud,
We take pride in our senses,
But we are truly blind,
For we see not the beauty of the world.
Every tiny difference is like,
A splash of paint against canvas,
Dark forest green against clear blue of the stream,
For we have still to see the world through a million eyes,
Then we have truly opened our eyes,
For beauty lies in the eye of the beholder.
Hey !
This is a pretty old poem of mine , just thought I'd put it up. I was going through the poem and realised that I could have used a hummingbird or something instead of a mouse. A friend of mine asked me if I used literary devices and all those things we learn about in my poems, and I didn't know what to say.
I hope you like it!
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