Some look at it
And move on their gaze
What is it, after all
Drab
Dull
Dry
Having neither the vibrancy of green trees
Nor the majesticity of blue water
It’s just brown land
An overlooked shade
Muddy
Boring
Stale
But I’ve come to learn
That there’s power
In the underdog
In the one nobody roots for
And as I continue to gaze
At vast expanses of sand
At towering, bare mountains
At bare, brown land
Spreading
As far as the eyes can see
I feel humbled
At the power it radiates
It has stood the test of time
Like nothing else in this world
Aging
Ever so slowly
Ever so consistently
No matter the changes around
Needing nothing
Enduring everything
Like that wise old man
Shunned by the younger crowd
Yet still standing proud
Not caring what others think
Not competing for a crown
Whispering
Secrets of old
Secrets of life
Telling you
That a moment of surrender
Is all you need
To appreciate beauty
Where none is seen.
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