In the realm where indifference rules the day, Nothing is quite as it seems, they say. Shadows lurk in every corner, unswayed, Yet beauty persists, in every sun-ray played.

The rose still blooms in silent grace, Though none stop to admire its face. The stars still gleam in the vast night sky, Unseen by many a passive eye.

Here truth wears a clever, veiled guise, And honesty's often met with sighs. The world spins on, a masquerade grand, Where seeing and knowing go hand in hand.

Yet, in this ambivalence, splendor breathes, In the rustle of leaves, the whispered heaves. The dance of life in quietude keeps, As beauty in the stillness, quietly seeps.

Indifference may blanket the earth's wide floor, But wonder still lives, at the core. For every ignored enchantment, stark, There's beauty—just see it, in the dark.