As the wind blows so do the leaves.
As the wave crests and crashes to the shore.
It may go unnoticed for days,
But in the end you see the true beauty in it.
It may seem strange,
And it may seem weird,
But we all notice things like this
Even if its subtle at first.
All in all we admire the things
We hold near and dear.
May it be:
It all comes right down to it,
The beauty in everything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem