Unfolding Beauty

These roads hide a long way 

Full of grief and hay.

 These flowers hide the smell,

The pain it had when it fell.

These clouds hide the drops

It is going to drench on the harvested crops.

These winds hide the sound of

Thousands of prayers coming around.

These forests hide the darkness,

The hyna's laugh and quiet tigress.

These rivers hide the current

Its speed per second and the excitement.

These mountains hide the height

The unfound bodies that put all their might

All go on to meet the hidden cause the uncertainty of their beauty and flaws.

The fact we can't blindfold is that all that glitters may not be gold.

But each flaw hides a talent of unrecognized hold.