Hidden Beauty
By: Jacob Burack
Some might say it’s not enough,
But when the sun begins to set,
It glows with life,
Beauty is met from a stranger's eye,
A connection to nature,
An underdog with stories to tell.
The moonlight dances on each scar,
Transforming flaws into something much more,
Superior.
In every knot, a story is disclosed,
In every hollow hole, a chapter is being filled.
In every ring another story unfolds.
The forsaken beauty that nature will forever hold within.
So let's attach to what seems awkward,
To something so unordinary.
For even strange things,
How can it feel so new and original,
At the heart of what seems less, is beauty we can’t all unfolded,
For the secrets that lie, that will never be told.
Each ring has its own story, that the wind and the tree will only know.