Joakim Bergen

draft #1

1. Bloom of a rose, flap of sparrow’s wings; I find the beautiful within the mundane, the unimpressive, the plain. And what splendor that beauty reveals! The march of clouds from the hills towards the seas, blusing roseate, the peaks of mountains and pine trees in amber bathed; the buzz of a bee dripping nectar that glistens in the sun - colors\' beauty, joy of Earth; splendor divine! And even then, when night crowns the valley in mystique and secrecy, a new form of beauty’s borne - there upon the mossy stone where sylphs knit starlight from daffodils’ petals; with sighs and teary eyes, they strew it cross the sky.