What do you see,
In the complexity,
Of a world so flat and round?
Is it the subtle rhyme,
Or gentle bliss,
From a breeze that has a sound?

What do you see,
In the simplicity,
Of a desert so bright and bare?
Is it the quietness,
That you might miss,
The reason to compare?

So now you see,
That such beauty,
Exists without a care.