Fay Slimm.

The Simple

 

The Simple.

 

Looking at things through 

a kind of glory

I see in earth\'s tragic rape

a rainbow of sorts

as reminder that naught

matters but order

for the survival of nature. 

 

So unified peace may spread

its presence among

worldly hunger for battling

with gratitude it must

alter the me-first attitudes.

 

Maybe losing indifference 

to small gifts will 

create more compassion 

and belief will cease

that only \"expensive\" is

to be valued.

 

Viewing life with a short

sighted pseudo  

falsifies thrill of true awe

seen in the simple

but unsullied authentic.