You want me to write something beautiful?
I'd have to see it first, and in the world
The way it is today, yesterday,
How not tomorrow,
There is so little to see that's beautiful.
Except, of course, unless you and I look
Somewhere we know intimately,
And yet not fully, there we might find,
You'll let me know, that beauty
Which might yet become beautiful
Any day, every day and all,
And that will be something worth writing about.
Shall we?
Make it for everyone.