Beauty

The unruly turf beneath my hair
the grass tickling my neck
the heat on my face 
the copper sulphate blue glaring at me with no crack in sight
why have I neglected myself from the beauties of this world?
the sky
the land
the trees
the grass
preoccupied in a bubble of stress

I allowed myself to forget how Allah has blessed us with this world 

He made beautiful for us this stage upon we all dance to the music of life

swaying left and right oblivious to what we see;

through the gift of sight
through the gift of touch
through the gift of taste
through the gift of sound
through the gift of smell

It took love for me to recognise this beauty and with this love I shall share this beauty.

~Hanya~