She saw beauty in an orange orb, in grey skies, in thunder clouds, in rain,
And though he looked high and low for beauty, his search was all in vain.
She saw beauty in a blade of grass, in barks of trees, in willowy green plains,
He saw the drying grass, the weeds, the yellow leaves and turned away in disdain.
She saw beauty in a puddle, in choppy waters, sinking shifting sands,
He saw coarse murky grains, menacing dark waves breaking barren lands.
She saw beauty in the light of a dying candle, a flickering lamp, a glow with grace
He saw growing darkness, looming shadows where beauty had no face.
She felt beauty in the touch of raindrops, the beams of the afternoon sun
Heard her in tinkling laughter, in whistling winds, in the daily humdrum.
But he could neither feel, nor hear, nor touch ..nor see beauty go by
How could he...he'd closed his heart... And he wouldn't even try.
If the world, through her eyes, but for a moment he could see,
There would never a dearth of beauty in his eyes ever be.