Nothing is Mundane

Beauty is unpredictable:

The color spray of wildflowers across a meadow,

a shooting star streaking across the sky in a trail of sparkling wishes,

the wind dancing across the tops of tall trees swaying,

Fireflies choreographing tonight's particular twilight stories.

Can we presume beauty?

To know a thing will indeed rouse the soul and awe the beholder?

Isn't beauty something spectacular?

Beauty is unpredictable:

A language of inspiration known through the heart,

Bewildering to the mind.

A transportation to glimpse the divine,

Reminding us that mundane is a boring point of view,

And wonder is a way of realizing

Nothing is really mundane now, is it?

Derek Leiss