THE BEAUTY WE ARE BLIND TO 

 

At dawn, the world stirs, a symphony untold,

Yet hurried eyes miss the beauty that unfolds.

Students rush, workers chase the rising sun,

Blind to the masterpiece nature has begun.

The introverted dwell inside their abode,

Tech-bros enamored with their digital codes.

Claiming love for screens, they pursue,

Blind to nature's hues, a vivid view.

Modern life, a relentless, whirring din,

Social media's web, where we weave ourselves in.

Disconnected, adrift in a virtual sea,

We miss the real beauty, the quiet melody.

Daily bread hustling in this heartfelt economy

Where everyone knows what’s happening

Hindering us from overflowing with joy

And to keep up with acts of kindness.

Insecurities cloud, like a haze,

Preventing us from venturing beyond the horizon.

Tourism, distorted by filters and AI,

Creates a false reality, a world that deceives the eye.

Creativity thrives, questioning all we see,

But fails to recognize the beauty that sets us free.

The artist's struggle, the soul's yearning cry,

A masterpiece ignored as we pass it by.

Time, a precious commodity, traded and sold,

For fleeting pursuits, stories left untold.

We chase the elusive, the future's bright gleam,

Blind to the present, the richness of a simple dream.

We exchanged time in the market

For certain occupations and activities

Making us to see the shortness and

Making us blind to the sufficiency of time

For the important concern is us and

Not others. So we select things

That aren’t directly in front of us

Creating lists of the beauty we are blind to.

Our focus, a narrow lens it seems,

Creating lists of beauty in our dreams.

Yet the essence lies in self-discovery,

The beauty often overlooked in our hurry.

Yet, the essence lies within, a symphony unheard,

The beauty of our soul, waiting to be stirred.

Slow down, take a breath, open your eyes and see,

The unseen symphony, playing just for you and me.