Blinded eyes
Don't realize
Beauty is all around us
Eyes slide by
Things they should prize
In search of the next big thing
They don't see
The next big thing
Is the first snowdrop of spring
They don't know
Beauty's as close
As the sparkling dust
Floating downwards
In the wash of mithril light
Between trees crowned
With scarlet, green, and gold
And until it's captured
And posted on facebook
They fail to notice the perfection
Of a single drop of rain
And even then,
They miss the storm's symphony
Blinded eyes
Ever looking
But failing to see
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