Beauty in nature is function, the oak
the most efficient way of making acorns
The bird's song a mating call, the artichoke
that purple for the butterflies and thorned
To protect its tender heart from me
and yet I can't help but see and be beguiled
by the fractal branching of the tree
in reaching for the light. Out in the wild
beauty is just a word the bee doesn't know
Or need to pierce the secret of the rose
I think about this often myself, and this poem brought a smile. :)
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