What Lacks Is Beholding Eye

Nature’s never made A thing of a second grade, So a birdie said. The least, there’s one side, Its beauty wherein abides, Howso it’s decried. Rose lovely is born. Of seers that see world is shorn That abuses thorn. Flowers have their spell, So does leaves’ beauty as well, Not everything’s smell. Cut out, man, thine grin, Flowers they’re in shades of green That adds to the scene. Cute looks moonlit night, But moonless’ no less delight That lets stars shine bright. No dearth of beauty, What lacks is beholding eye— Eye that loves it nigh! _______________________ Musings |45.08.2019| Topic: beauty, nature Poet's Note: Each tercet is in a Haiku form