Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Like a Painting

Spring summer autumn winter
Every season has a beauty in itself
Appropriate for that season

Like the colors of leaves
In the autumn forest

And the warmth of rising sun
In the spring

But no matter how beautiful
A rose in the winter
Will not attract bees

Nor will tree without leaves
Provide shade in the summer

Without purpose
Everything is meaningless

Like a painting
In empty museum