not all things are beautiful                
but i've tried to discover something          
along those lines, everyday
hidden things that are beautiful                
i sat on the floor
cross legged              
and stared into space
people looked at me funny, but i don't care about them

while sitting
cross legged      
on the floor

the sun shone through the window
and tiny little lights sparkled                              
we don't have fireflies where we are
unfortunately

they were beautiful
gold specks                      
floating through the air        
lazily
with no thoughts
no reason to be        
yet
it was beautiful    

and no one noticed it
except me        
    
sitting on the floor
cross legged