Perhaps beauty exists for its self.
Perhaps it doesnt exist for me or you.
A flower doesnt bloom to be admired by you.

A bird doesnt sing to be admired by me.
Perhaps it only appears that way,
but both bloom and sing for itself,
completely free.

Doing good is its own reward.
The universe flows for itself,
once inly explored.

Kindness exists for its self.
Love exists for its self.

And after knowing all this,
to still somehow be here and experience it;
observe it, embrace it
I will forever wake up grateful for all of it