Beauty is a precious thing

Don't let it slip away

While we go about our daily lives

In blue and black and grey

~x~

People ignore their health for it

As they walk the city blocks

All square, diagonal, boring as heck

Where are the trees and grass?

~x~

Trapped in a suburban maze

I wish I could get out

But it is not my luck these days

As the walls keep me stuck

~x~

I guess in the end of it all

Beauty is still a dream

Until I see beauty in a plastic floating bag

Beauty remains within