The Depth of the Beauty

She says I’m to blame

For being lost in the clouds

I don’t feel ashamed

I know despair on the ground

Why be so earthy?

With work and money

And all of the misery

That comes from not seeing

The depth of the beauty

Life is the purest and most perfect treasure

Numbers a waste, for you cannot measure

The sound of a songbird

The smell of the rain

I could live life

Over and over again

But I wouldn’t work

I’d only be still

Each and every life

My soul would be filled

No cause for action

No ambition or duty

Pause and take in

The depth of the beauty