Jewel Discarded Poem by soren Barrett

I did not perceive the beauty
of nature all around
I didn't raise my eyes to see
more than where I was bound

What I thought trash now has splendor
cold sting of the floor, at the break of dawn
A cobweb's clinging surrender
A rusty nail who's shine is gone

Each poem contains a heartbeat
the poet's blood it bleeds
old waste now honey excretes
in deeply planted seeds

Far underground they make a sound
Each critic's stab a discarded scab
shed on the ground becomes a jewel found
the reader to grab