Make me Beautiful

"Why is the word pretty so underrated?
In November the leaf is pretty when it falls.
The stream grows deep in the woods after rain.
And in the pretty pool the pike stalks.

He stalks his prey, and this is pretty too,
The prey escapes with an underwater flash.
But not for long, the great has him now.
The pike is a fish who always has his prey

And this is pretty. The water rat is pretty.
His paws are not webbed; he cannot shut his nostrils
As the otter can and the beaver; he is torn between
The land water. Not 'torn he does not mind.

The owl hunts in the evening, and it is pretty.
The lake water below him rustles with ice.T
here is frost coming from the ground, in the air mist.
All this is pretty; it could not be prettier.

Yes, it could always be prettier, the eye abashes.
It is becoming an eye that cannot see enough,
Out of the wood the eye climbs. This is prettier
.A field in the evening, tilting up.

The field tilts to the sky. Though it is late,
The sky is lighter than the hill field.
All this looks easy, but really, it is extraordinary.
Well, it is extraordinary to be so pretty.

And it is careless, and that is always pretty.
This field, this owl, this pike, this pool are careless.
As Nature is always careless and indifferent.
Who sees, who steps, means nothing, and this is pretty.

So a person can come along like a thief-pretty!
Stealing a look, pinching the sound and feel,
Lick the icicle broken from the bank,
And still say nothing at all, only cry pretty.

Cry pretty, pretty, pretty, and you'll be able
Very soon not even to cry pretty.
And so to be delivered entirely from humanity.
This is prettiest of all, it is very pretty. "

Pretty ~ Stevie Smith

I was on my way to work, riding up the Raffles one link to Suntec City: The Commercial Hub of Asia. Very pretty indeed. The handsome young man 5 steps ahead of me with the impeccable dress sense was no doubt some brainy accountant/lawyer/whatever. This place is swarming which them young and talented greenies who are just about to take over the world with their charm and intellect. I adjusted my bag so that it rode a little higher up on my shoulders. Why then did I feel so uncomfortable here? The symphony of clicking high-heeled shoes echoed through the mall as the surrounding boutiques poised the latest fashions through glassed eyes. Very odd. We're missing the point here. As I emerged, atop the escalator, I was close to crying out,

"There are people to inspire! There are lives to be changed! There are small children to hug, and there's that never-ending upward-facing internal journey toward a greater understanding of yourself."

There is so much more to life then just looking, being and feeling pretty. My discomfort came from the stench of materialism. It's like a drug I swear, and it's calling me back. This is cold turkey and I'm loving it.