Even the moon hidden by clouds,
are still the reason tides rise in awe..
and even the roots, buried deep in the dark,
are what hold the forest tall;
unseen, yet essential.
Even the wind, never caught in a gaze;
shapes mountains and whispers life into all creation…
and even the stars, veiled by daylight,
never cease to burn with ancient fire.
Even the the frangrance of a flower,
travels farther than it's color ever could;
felt, not just seen…
You dont have to be seen, to be beautiful
