Sonnet: All Things Are Beautiful

Be it a mountain or a little mount, Be it a hillock or a mighty hill, Be it a waterfall or little fount, There is much beauty that a heart can fill! The size or color does not matter much; The place or face of things isn’t important; Beauty depends on the observer’s touch, Of being lured in ways significant. Each artist knows the value of his heart; The Potter knows the price of every pot; All things have beauty innate or in part; There is a world within a single dot! The state of mind and exposure matters; The careless observer always falters. 7-19-2002