Look at the ground under your feet,
The darkness grabs what is not lit;
Light offers a beautiful scene to eyes;
Beauty is something as a bird flies.
The vision of truth is a vision of light;
What is pure can't be darkness's bite.
The soul of a good being is to be lit,
A filthy touch can't dare to be at all fit.
I see the sun as my eyes can afford;
The looks of it make my eyes to hold.
But still the moon is there to be gazed;
It's cool enough and much to be amazed.
So, let me judge something that I know.
Why the moon is lighter than the sun or so.
I can't even glance at the brightest beam;
And the figures are little alike as they seem.
Beauty's something that attracts differently;
Some judge this nice and some that lovely.
But, the true vision can't be at all silly.
The reality of truth is nice and can't be ugly.
manatita44 from london on August 05, 2021:
Sweet! Welcome here!