Beauty

Ripples on water.
Tremors and spasms caused by disturbances caused by rowdy boys and splashing girls
but turned into something beautiful.
Red and gold in the leaves of the trees.
The colours of fire of something harsh and dangerous
but turned into something beautiful.
Reflections as clear as photographs on the water of the quiet deep lake.
Deep enough to drown to kill and destroy lives
but turned into something beautiful.
Can there be beauty in everything even the things we are taught to fear to avoid the things we are told are dangerous and unruly even unlawful?
Tiny rainbows trapped in drops on a rusted fire-escape.
Rain from the drear grey skies that soaks our hair and splashes from the wheels of lorries
but turned into something beautiful.
Foil wrappers on the tarmac of the park reflecting the blues and greys of the sky.
Litter from careless hands, covering our towns and cities,
but turned into something beautiful.
The scowl on the face of the boy who pushes you but you see in his eyes a fragment of your son the son you love.
Humanity distorted by selfishness and cruelty, almost hidden by greed
but turned into something beautiful.
Can we always find beauty if we look for it even in the places that are too ugly to bear if we look hard if we look closely enough can we find beauty there?
Or is beauty in the looking, in the discovery of distorted reminders of the beauty of a creation.
A world that has been raped and tortured, battered and overused, a world that is dying
but turned into something beautiful.
More beautiful than anything.