On the Beauty of Tones & Textures

Such varieties
Among societies
So much beauty
In its peoples

Nothing stuns me more
Than when some implore
There’s but room enough
For One

This makes me take a sigh

Our one was never
Just this One
We’re all
A moving target

As it should be
This world we see
Is all but
Of our making

We think, we all
We know so much
The truth is of
Our grasping

But truth be told
I do not love
This beauty you’re
Promoting

Of monotones
And people clones
Of all alike
Unvaried

There’s so much more
Now I implore
You look again
At texture

A thousand looks
Of lichen here
Upon this
Granite rock

Each of them
A simple thing
All in all
A thing of

Beauty