Monday, November 9, 2015

A point of view

She glanced up to spot the blossoms,
He whispered “What’s so extraordinary in that?”
She uttered “The circle of life”,
“What scorches must rebuild to survive,”
He cried “Nothing is exquisite when it’s desiccated,”
She replied “Attempt to regard the various possibilities”,
He spotted the grass ashen, parched it appeared,
But she saw the tiny sprout that was anticipating bloom,
He shouted “What’s so special in that bush with no beauty”,
She revealed “Observe how it intensifies existence of life,”
He declared “You are a sucker, who appreciates grandeur in every fold,”
She smiled at the ignorance he clutched

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