The Beauty

A poem, by Fọlábòmí Àmọ̀ó

I may be an animal,
Wandering in the wild.
Searching for food,
Wherever I may find.

But I see ‘the beauty’ too.
The colours that burn,
And glisten in the light.
The perfume of nature,
Oh, what a sensory delight.

I may be a squirrel,
Or just another rodent.
But that doesn’t mean,
I don’t see ‘the beauty’ too.