Life is a stream, dancing and flowing
Through the forest of wisdom to nourish the growing.
A tree and some brush are both very plain
But think a bit deeper through knowledge obtained.

More than just a sad little weed,
For its true beauty is stolen by greed
Of vibrant flora with beautiful leaves.
Under their �beauty� the overlooked grieves.

But looking much deeper with more than just sight
Some of the lost begin to catch light.
Fungi so beautiful climbing a tree
Before was revolting. How can that be?

True beauty is lost when we look only with eye,
But those ill equipped give barely a try.
Love can bring out the true life in us all
For, without Love, all else would fall.

The Lady of Beauty, acceptance and Love
Can find all these things in embrace and in shove.
Knowing Her way is not simply achieved.
To see as She does, one must truly believe.



Valiturus,
Kopriana Dalaran

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Chronos, in the year 406 AF.