an untitled original by Marc Prudhon
Each falling leaf, a glorious work of natures' art.
That few pay tribute to, or just take to heart.
The Goddess paints the world; meadow, hill, and tree.
Tis there for any and all, merely stop, look, and see.
The beauty is there every day, all around it lies,
All one needs to do, is simply open up your eyes.
We each walk thru this life, most of us are blind,
Never looking around us, or at what we leave behind.
Guilty am I also, rarely do I give just duty.
To the world around me, its ever present beauty.