Dream

Dream a dream with me.
It won't hurt.
How could it?
A simple little dream.
Imagine how complex you are;
The tiny strands of hair,
The softness of your skin,
The beating of your heart,
The mind that lies within.
Now see the same complexity
Within a grain of sand.
Can you see it?
Tell me, can you feel
That strange emotion?
It comes with knowing.
Knowing that you are looking
Down at a grain of sand,
And marvelling
How beautiful something so small can be.
If small things are so beautiful,
How can humans,
With our
Wars
Plagues
"Justice"
Greed
Pride
and sin
Be so ugly?
Maybe
Our love,
Friendship
Peace
Charity
Humility
And joy
Redeem us?
With these things
How can we not be beautiful?