Adornment

What is an adornment, 

The recluse's silence 

or A Bard's 

Indomitable word 

or A sketcher's sketch? 

What is an adornment,

The sky that is studded 

With stars 

And accompanied 

By a beautiful moon 

or the fragrance that 

The breeze purloins 

From flowers 

or the water drops that 

The rain penetrates 

To the contour of earth? 

Maybe a free mind 

And a gullible heart 

Can see those 

Aesthetic adornments. 

But how can I flatter 

Myself to feel those, 

my craving for false things 

or meaningless achievements 

chain me 

And I fail to beguile time 

In the true arms 

Of adornments?