The beauty that persists

Individuality among the mass

Her brow is focused

Perched upon it, an

Owl, soaring through the words

Into the unknown.

 

Her eyes lead

Dilated by the newfound wisdom.

 

Will she understand?

Secrets, stories, sonnets, and myths

Whispered by the trees

Echoed by the fallen seeds.

 

Why can I not understand?

The things that make us so different

The only similarity we share

The air is thick with questions

Sliding over her skin

Like my fingers through her hair.

 

She sees more than I

This world for what it truly is 

I feel the darkness inside

This is all I thought there is.

 

I have never been more wrong

To interpret the beauty

Tied to ignorance

Away from her.

 

Will we love?

Like the grass loves its earth

Like the trees love years

Like our hearts love us.

 

She thinks so

I think so, but

Will nature allow?

Will nature allow us?