A benumbing shallowness, a hollowness

Has jaded many

We find

Beauty

In clichéd magazines, banal celebrities,

Hackneyed ideas turned putrid and glossed appetisingly

Success

In revoltingly wasteful lifestyles and dismally material triumphs,

Emaciating satisfaction 

In evanescent trends and goods no one needs

Cuteness 

In the things we contrive

And ugliness in what is different

Our society an ever- growing dictionary of narrow definitions.

Mercifully, beauty is seen

In the quenched thirst of a scorched stray dog

A crow's intelligently peering eyes 

The kind smile of a stranger crossing the road 

Clouds swallowing the  winds, churning them in billowy stomachs

A solitary tree looking down a valley

Our billion cells working tirelessly, ingeniously, since antiquity in ways the brain struggles to understand,

Their exquisite fluidity, their robust completeness;

Achievement is realised 

In a poor person's selfless charity

Rescuing a drowning ant

Finally comprehending physics 

And people shattering prejudices,

Their life - giving warmth and profundity against the puny standards we set;

Contentment felt

In a glass of water while drenched in sweat,

Good company, and blades of grass;

More so as children,

Though we may retain this sixth sense

Of actually seeing our surroundings, our times.

There's so much depth 

To the world we experience every second -

Cool winds tumble down the cliff -

Depth beyond evaluation.