Mesmerizingly Blessed Poem by Mark Heathcote

Even when it rains on a windowpane
There is beauty serene
There is splendour, unexplained
You just can't look through
Without questioning how it all came to be.

This is the poetry in me and you
It's the flower that bends to the sun
And gazes memorized until it wilts
And as it fades greeting the morning dew
Tranquil as a stone bust it's head seeds.

It's amazing, how the ordinary
Can be totally-extraordinary
It's incredible how what is plain
Can be mesmerizingly blessed
So open your eyes and all these wonders explore.