Source of Beauty: A Poem
This old fascination with beauty of flowers
with ocean sunsets and everything living
always had a strange mysterious power
to tantalize my mind in this disbelieving.
Being too simple to be ascribed to a god
I searched through my mind for its source
every coming answer just looking too odd
including the one about some natural cause.
Then one day in epiphany of a kind
the truth somehow dawned on me
and I felt so grateful to my mind
for allowing me to clearly see.
Yes, beauty got created in my very eyes
as my soul was telling them what to see
making those flowers so magically nice
basking all living creatures in its glee.
For, without any souls and their insistence
no beauty would be there or a need for any
so it's beauty of a soul creating its existence
to match its own image and making so many.