Look at what is sown by the stars at night over lush fields of ripe corn

Look at the gazelle wide eyed as she races down

Hark the barn owl hoots speaking of mysterious things cloaked by the night

See the tides as they gently wash into the shore

How earth and water meet like lovers in a passionate embrace yonder under the stars

I sit here held by such beauty all around me

All perfectly imperfect

And I understand how I am not defined by my scars

But made more beautiful by them.