#1491-Oblivious
Sometimes,
It’s hard to appreciate,
What lays before us.
Worry,
Clouded beauty, and
Unbearable tranquility,
Distorts much.
Sometimes,
I envy those ringing bells,
Grazing at night,
Unafraid of the dark,
Accepting everything,
With a calm.
And sometimes,
I sleep through it all,
Oblivious,
To how smart they are.