Beauty In Ordinary Things Poem by DM W

There is beauty in ordinary things,
Like warm tea and toast, when it is raining
And cold outside. O there is beauty
In the way the loyal dog feeds on scraps of meat
As it lays beside one's feet. O beauty
Is everywhere it seems! The trick is to see
It, as it unfolds in the moment, and
Not pass it by. Some do not understand
This, and spend their time, looking in the wrong places.
Perhaps, that's why they've such miserable faces!