There is more beauty

Than was dreamt of

In the conception of a perfect world

Decay and gravity

Reshape industry into art

The dull grays of steel

Blush into rust

Reflecting a setting sun

Reds and oranges grow

In their waning forms

The sun will rise

Onto a more delicate creation

Draped in memories

Filled with possibility

Growing over with new life

Colorless cobwebs

Natures silk

That line spaces

Neglected by human hands

Beauty fills quietly into lonely corners

And proudly, loudly

Goes where others do not dare

The dandelion breaks through concrete

Proclaiming its resilience

The little sun rises

Announcing new life


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