It is
Often the
Tiniest things
We overlook
While searching
For the
Grand things
It’s those
Silly and
Often most
Inconsequential things
That tickle
Us the
Most the
Giggle of
A child
The buzz
Of a
Bee or
The business
Of insects
At our
Feet it’s
These simple
Things that
Marvel me
And yet
There are
Somethings always
Hidden from
View except
To those
Willing to
Look we
Spend a
Great deal
Of time
Accepting at
First glance
When their
True beauty
Lies inches
From there
Take time
Dig deeper
Scratch surfaces
And behold
The wonderful
Treasures that
Are scarce
Except to
Those willing
To see
And once
There was
Bean who
Had he
Thought seen
A man
With a
Beard or
So he
Had heard
Going to
Him then
And into
The glen
To ask
Him if
When they
Could maybe
Date the
Man said
Look mate
I’m older
Than you
What ev’r
Could we
Do share
Wisdom you
See forever
With me
And once
There was
Myles that
Watch’d the
Sun dials
He studied
Them closely
He watch’d
Them mostly
For their
Apparent
Whimsicality
Sitting and
Watching a
Bee incessantly
Bump against
A window
Realizing that
We do
The same
There’s always
Something between
Two people
A barrier
Or line
To cross
If the
Obstacle is
Clear it’s
Inviting if
It’s foggy
It’s perplexing
Such is
The difference
Between truth
And lies
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 