That is what they are called
By those who seek after
The immaculate swath of green.
But how can they be so blind?
In all their manifold forms
In their innumerable colors
Are they not a gift?
Are they not, in every instance,
a wonder, waiting for us to notice?
Nature gives them to us
Offering us a chance to see them
Things to tell us that yes,
there is beauty not of our making
in the Universe
Open your eyes
Open your heart
And enjoy the beauty around you
The beauty Nature gives us for free
If we just have the sense to see it.