The world, The wonder

Beneath my Feet's View by BananaChipsLoveStory's N

It never ceases to amaze me what the layers of this world holds, deeper beauty lies behind every crack in the pavement. Below the murmur of a crowd, a symphony. A smile from an elderly woman at the bus stop is more than mismatched teeth and wrinkled skin, it is more beautiful than the Mona Lisa herself (Perhaps that is why she grins so knowingly?)

All we have to do is

Stop.

Close our eyes and our preconceptions of the mundane mask of our surrounds, listen to the laugh. To the chirp. To the wind as it teases the branches of a tree that has seen more than any of us care to have noticed.

The way the light plays against a discarded tin can as it rolls down the gutter has more elegance than the brightest rainbow, these arcs of mist-bent light are far too showy and arrogant. The tin can’s glitter is fragile and fleeting, better to witness it’s rarity and marvel at the man made dancing with nature

Behold the song of children from the buses back seat, a cacophony? No. More a rousing ensemble of youthful exuberance, a Melody contrived of laughter, boasting and innocence.

Taste the air, each cities grit has a palate as complex and unique as the finest meals any culture could create. Taste where you are, for when you are elsewhere I assure you that a hint of home will leave longing in your heart as much as a familiar voice in your ear

Stop.

Revel in the wonder of what lies beneath. These are the secret artworks of our world, in plain sight but so rarely seen.

Will you allow yourself a private viewing of the great gallery of life? When?

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