Supernatural

I do not know why I write this; even the great poets of old could not adequately describe you. It was said that even Solomon's wealth could not compare with the beauty of the lilies of the field. I say even the lilies of the field could not begin to compare with you. To say that you have simple beauty is to do you a gross injustice. Your deep and intricate complexities dwarf even the most daunting of mathematical equations. What you do have is quiet beauty. It is that incomprehensible humbleness that would rather tend to the needs of the weary than to your own. Nothing about you can be properly likened unto things that we know for everything about you is otherworldly.