Divine Poetry Poem by Gabe Florsheim

It is twisted or so it seems to me
as human to look upon an earth so full of grandeur
and feel as though it is void of industry.
As god's hand led his pen to write this divine Poem,
we experience only what we see.
Is the bliss we feel as we sit and listen
to differ from that brought to us by the products of human-born industry?
Why do we fight what is already there?
Just as God wrote us and wrote the world,
we too should see the beauty.
And even that which is not beautiful we should see.
For if beauty is one to myself and one to another,
Who am I to turn one eye blind to that which I do not desire.
And why do fight that which is in my hand as I write
and wish that my poem be better than the next?
The sheer complexity of the linguistic beauty is to be held no higher than any other competitive industry.

Why does this poem have to be complicated?

Why cant I write as I think.

Meaning is lost in analysis-analysis lost in meaning

I see trees and hear the tide.

And that is all, I see trees and hear the tide.

I see trees and hear the tide...