Man v. Nature: Beauty

Intricacies of a snowflake

the gaps of light in the canopy

are greater architecture than

our skyward follies built upon

the trappings of civilization

that bind us in the sticky strands of duty, honor, compromise

A glorious edifice cannot compare to the sheer fucking majesty

of the humblest wildflower in bloom

a bird in flight

the fog covering the light

hushing everything even sight

I adore the innovation repition revision invention wash cycle

but it cannot beat the

spontaneous burst of the sunrise

or the gradation of sunset into night

Nature creates organically

what we ever reinvent

our own genius impulses

by resenting our bindings

disdaining our ancestors

then eventually resenting our dreams

Drive ourselves forwards to the same spiral

We make beauty contrary to itself every generation

But the sunrise and sunset is always admirable; our settings always dependably pretty

around our cold hard polished diamond selves