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 through 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.
read aloud, by the lovely Kate Henderson