Unseen is Mysterious
Seen is wonderful
Unseen is mysterious
One is minute
The other is majestic
One is microcosm
The other is macrocosm
In stature and in measure
Beyond conjecture
Unseen to the physical eye
Like the sprout inside the seed
When sown, it turns into the tree
For its miracles of selfless service
Like the bud, all to hide
The beautiful flower at its heart
With all spectacular charms
of hidden treasures,
It is the spirit of creation,
It is not the colour to echo its melody,
It is not the melody to decide its colour,
The creation hides the butterfly
Its charms and grace
In its rugged caterpillar
Like the beauty of a poem
To dawn from musings
It is the amazing reality
Its creation knows
It is the Beauty that reflects
The Truth of creation.
Published: Poetcrit 39.2 (July - December 2026)
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