Along a path I hurried forth
And glimpsed at nameless passers-by.
My hand, stretched out to touch, did glide
Through hedges flowing by my side.

My fingers weaved through leaf and twig
With greetings from the fresh morn dew:
A thrill to feel its every drop-
When suddenly I came to stop.

More timely could I not have paused
And turned to watch my tangled hand,
As on my arm, I noticed odd,
A tiny gift from none but God.

It moved easily, undisturbed,
With fragile feet it felt and then
Placed careful steps without a sound
And curled its little tail around.

Its one eye fixed upon a bug
The other darted here then there.
Alive, harmless, danger-prone,
Its colours blended with my own

In exchange for having mercy,
This small creature showed me beauty,
Hidden from the unaware,
Is present almost everywhere.


8 Responses to Beauty

  1. kaneelsuiker sê:

    Full many a gem of purest ray serene
    The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear:
    Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
    And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

    Thomas Gray, “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard” (1751), lns. 53-56

  2. Eish wena! Daai deng…. Hy maak my tone krul van gril!

  3. Oeeee…. Ek vat jou woord daarvoor! 🙄

  4. annderster sê:

    🙂 hy’s pragtig. nogal ‘n grote? wat het jy toe met hom gemaak?

  5. kaneelsuiker sê:

    Ek het hom weer in die bossies gesit waar ek hom gekry het 🙂 Ek kyk nou uit vir hulle en het nog 3 vanjaar gesien oppad klas toe.

  6. Dis oulike goedjies, maar ek sal ook gril as dit so op my moet loop. Se^ nou die ding byt my?

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