The Exquisite Modesty

I see exquisite
in the unnoticed mist above the sea
hiding a beauty far more entrancing,
one that none could ever imagine
mist holding secrets unopened

I see exquisite
in the glares of sunlight never acknowledged
being smothered by the arrogant sun
no glance at the rays
delivering gifts from above

I see exquisite
in the branches of the tree, hidden
by the ashamed, envious leaves
branches that hold the creation together
keep it from falling apart in war

I see exquisite
in the unseen mysteries of the planet
like delicate mist lingering on the ocean
like humble sparkles hovering by the star
like determined wood protecting snobbish leaves
Exquisite is the modesty of them all.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s