THE BEAUTY OF MAYA
Pink primrose painted with a purple eye,
Reflects the bright blue gleam of sapphire sky.
Snow capped mountains glow in rose-pink dawn,
They blush with ruby cheeks when breaking morn.
Mother of pearl glows with subtle rainbow hue,
Morning glory blooms with bright ethereal blue.
White silver Moon throws out her gracious light,
Softening the black jet velvet of mother night.
Emerald green lawns sparkle with diamond dew,
Scarlet berries cluster on the churchyard yew.
Yet all this beauty is sheer mental illusion,
Maya causes such a colourful delusion.
The sunlight which the retina does reflect,
Forms the colour, which that matter does reject.
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