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.