In Search, In Vain.

There are the stars in a cluster,
Wild flowers in the wild forest.
There are the leaves, hyper-sensitive,
And, there are those who never understand.

There are so many of the coffee beans in each cup,
Ground first, then brewed.
There is such a rich aroma around them,
And, there are those who never understand.

There are millions of shades and a multitude of colours,
Soothing to the eyes, and infuriating to the mind.
There are thousands of shapes, symmetrical or not,
And, there are those who never understand.

There is so much to see, so much to give.
There is beauty to behold, love to be sowed.

And, there are those,
Who never understand.