Mid afternoon

People rushing through Park St.

Completely oblivious to the beauty around them

The crystal clear sky

With a few strokes of clouds

The leaves that are starting to sprout out

Birds flying- swiftly moving with the breeze

They notice none of this

Yet the men do not fail to notice

The young girls who are lost

And do not know the danger of no values

Or the women who are too preoccupied

With their fresh curls from the salon

To notice anything

Consuming themselves and their time

With superficial beauty

When the true beauty of creation

Surrounds their every being