The Nature of Natural Beauty - A Poem By: Reginald Lee King

Some are born to see themselves than they can actually see, themselves. A newborn to the ways of other unknown mirrors. A constant thought of improving something that doesn't need improving. A perfect sculpture of cosmic grace and integrity. A personification of Mother Earth and her groovy move. An unseen energy that can only come from within and shine without. Look at the metaphor of the statement. See with your ears as well as your eyes. And pick up the pieces and give them placement. The grandeur of insight into beautiful things, isn't easy to innerstand or comprehend. It takes countless centuries to even master the basics. Not really realizing that the beauty in everything has always been there, in its own amazement. No Need for ownership or validation. It comes in various variables and varieties of extreme caliber and strange uncanny truths. But there can be only one that stands out amongst all, not just the physical. But the absolute. See through the eyes of creation itself and judge not the eye, but the truth behind the lie. Natural Beauty will never die.

Poetry Written By:

Reginald Lee King

Poetry Published By:

Eryn Dunbar