Beauty is a precious thing

Don't let it slip away

While we go about our daily lives

In blue and black and grey


People ignore their health for it

As they walk the city blocks

All square, diagonal, boring as heck

Where are the trees and grass?


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


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