Why is it that so few movies today have a happy ending?
Why is it that so few poems today
Are not of anguish or torn heart?
Why do so few people
Notice not the blooming flowers
Or the lovely colored landscape
And admire nature's simple beauty?
Journalism of today seem to focus only on the extremes;
And the outrageous;
The heartbroken minds;
And of moments without happiness.
Why is it that the simple beauties of this world we all live in
Are so hard to express?
I missed the moments when a sweet moment of sweetness are captured
In so many different poems of a moment's thought.
So let's make a good start.
Close our eyes,
Breath,
And look around.