In quiet grace, simplicity reveals A beauty far beyond what gold can buy. No gilded frame or polished gem conceals The truth that simple joys will never die.
A meadow’s bloom beneath the morning light, A soft embrace, a whispered, earnest word, These treasures, subtle, pure, and ever bright, Hold more than silken robes or crowns conferred.
Complexity may dazzle and allure with intricate designs that shift and gleam, yet hearts grow weary, strained, and insecure, longing for peace and a gently flowing stream.
Simplicity, the essence of the soul, Brings harmony and makes the spirit whole.

JH