Mystery

I don't think IT notices, but I watch IT.
IT's wings flutter slowly, very slowly as IT settles for a place to rest.
IT's beautiful really; a pearl white that shines like no other magnificently shaped-- No carved...carved into a shape that stands out in a non-exsistent way.
I would call IT art but something so simple doesn't compare.
There aren't words to describe IT; there'll never be enough words to choose from, so I'll never be able to depict...give you a visual of what I'm seeing.
Which is sad, you not being able to see something so...unreal.
Something that you wouldn't begin to know how to imagine.
Something too amazing to be here on this planet, Earth, that we are ruining and turning into a wasteland, our own personal Hell.
But IT's here; for how long I have no clue.
I'm just grateful that I can spend these few minutes to notice that IT's there.
Always there, forever a mystery.