This perfect, straight line,
How can I lead you astray
To a place of beauties find?
To a place like fertile land;
Plains and plains of colored lairs
Lying farther then than the eye’s measure.
The mind’s eye can nay comprehend
This effortless plain; growth from divinity
And surrounded by eternal nows.
Neither shall it know its own abode.
A place lived in from without;

Out of sight and out of mind.
O but comfort comes to those forlorn,

Just to gaze at thriving leaves;
Foliage is a savior to those torn,

Uprooted and lost in human schemes.
Beauty, beauty open minds’ doors;
Let the gates of time shift and fray
And beauty immerse us in essence
So our minds can find the secrets there within.