The brush of a butterfly's wing, or the
dance of fallen leaves, each is like a
small taste of vintage wine.
The blossoming colours that dance
across swollen waves of a vast
ocean, a child's soft touch, therein
lies a glimpse of heaven on Earth.
A caress of fine silk compares
with the rough texture of tree bark.
So many Earthly wonders,
though each are overlooked
with an indifferent eye.