In search of Mona Lisa we swept blankets of landscapes
Through cottons of snow
And linens of sands
Velvets of oceans
Even the woven forests below
Yet the beauty spoken of in legends eludes us
Under starry nights and cloudless days
In every corner a majestic secret awaits
Now I ponder, did beauty really elude our weary eyes?
Did we not awe at the marvelous architecture of the higher kind?