As I was passing...

Amongst a beautifull pattern
Lays line lost in weave
No one knows of how it happens
But its beauty in geometry

Along the waves that run to shore
Washes peebles that cast their beads
From motion to still, they randomly graze
But form a beautiful line of embedded scale

As I was passing by work today
I saw from far the pile of traffic
Some lines form inverted structures from vertical
Some grains of asphalt curved according to path
Some movements of the sky, as the morning breaks through Dawn's clouds

Beauty is a sight to behold, even in mundane objects
Anything and everything is beautiful
Just needs time to appreciate what you've got..and what you dont have
As I was passing...