What a pity we're almost blind
For daily we pass minute jewels
Much finer than anything worn by queens
Way beyond the skills of humankind,
As if the products of the fairy world
Had somehow found their way into ours -
Such is their incredible design.
Though we know we should dawdle
We are poor at pausing
To smell the flowers while we still have time
To watch a butterfly crossing our path
Or bend to examine a dragonfly's wings.
Instead, we hurry and seem to accept
That we live with hollowed hearts.
Source: POEM FROM EXILE
