I see exquisite
in the unnoticed mist above the sea
hiding a beauty far more entrancing,
one that none could ever imagine
mist holding secrets unopened

I see exquisite
in the glares of sunlight never acknowledged
being smothered by the arrogant sun
no glance at the rays
delivering gifts from above

I see exquisite
in the branches of the tree, hidden
by the ashamed, envious leaves
branches that hold the creation together
keep it from falling apart in war

I see exquisite
in the unseen mysteries of the planet
like delicate mist lingering on the ocean
like humble sparkles hovering by the star
like determined wood protecting snobbish leaves
Exquisite is the modesty of them all.