Of grass getting green

Clarity

The way humans rise

from every sorrow in life,

is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

The minute the tears stop,

And the water drops,

Comes a moment almost serene.

A perfect clarity,

This eventuality

Of the grass getting green.

Beautiful

I got a scar on my forehead,

Like a famous magician.

The first time you saw it

Your smile trippled.

I never viewed it like a scar,

Yet did I feel ashamed?

Well, you couldn’t see it from afar,

Since I grew my hair a great length.

You find my scar cool,

I know you do,

Yet what I like most

Is that the thing I thought of as a scar.

My spirit, my nature, my heart

Are the reason you fell from the start.