I look around everything is beautiful
Again I search within
My view still depicts beauty
I keep wondering
Wondering if everything is really beautiful, like what I think I see
My heart says yes
I do a re-search
Just to be sure there was no error
An error that could cloud my thoughts
Same view, even feels better
Then my head comes in again
I then realize it's not an optical illusion
It's not a mere mirage
It's not Physics
It's real
Guess what is yielding such a view
It's the fruit
Which fruit could it be?!
It's not edible
But its feelable
And planted like every other seed
not on loamy soil
on hearty soil
It happens to be the same seed
The one I planted some months ago
The seed we underestimate
It turned out to be the seed of love
It has grown to yield beautiful fruits.
---Di-di
