Perfect

The laughter of children

Is not so different from music.

It isn't a great musical composition,

This music just is.

Perfection lies in that lopsided smile.

With crooked teeth and wrinkles around the eyes

In hearty loud laughter,

That has no elegance.

The world is a beautiful place

With blue skies and infinite seas

With birds of all colour

And flowers that blossom like love.

Oh, but we crave control and protection

We want a deeper comprehension.

So we build little boxes

And formulate all those definitions.

Not seeing that this world, this life

Are far too complex for these demarcations.

Not all can be controlled or understood

For life does not fit into neat delimitations.

Beauty it lies in vulnerability

In the acceptance of the oddities

In the lack of absolute control.

Perfection lies simply in the true.