Show Me

Take me with you
And show me the beauty
Of a village that is just waking up
With the plumes of smoke that twist up in their dance
To meet the first rays of the morning sun

Take me with you
And show me the beauty
Of the fluttering eyelids
Of a child that travels in his dream
To a fantasy land that is his, and his only

Take me with you
And show me the beauty
Of the gnarled, sweaty face
Of a tired laborer as he rests
From a hard day’s toil, in the shade of a tree

Take me with you
And show me the beauty
Of a protester’s angry countenance
As she fights for the rights that are hers
Against a faceless yet all-powerful state

Take me with you
And show me the beauty
Of the twinkle in a writer’s eyes
As he smiles, having found just the words
To express his aesthetic power and his moral vision

Take me with you
And show me the beauty
Of a world that is brimming with it
Open my tired, myopic, urban eyes
So I can see that it exists all around me

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