Where Is The Harm In Looking? Poem by Mark Heathcote

Where is the harm in looking?
Beauty is a delicate blessing.
As baking is all in the cooking,
and in us, constantly tasting.

Where is the harm in looking?
See entwine the undergrowth
violet's singularly alluring.
See the dawn and the morning primrose.

I ask, where is the harm in looking?
For us to scrutinize, gawk at wildflowers
O sees the sleek green birch trees reaching,
its branches outstretch our time and space.

Touching the stars—every nook and cranny,
for us hanging out to gaze at every place.

Is a bliss girl not hankering to touch
girl, where then is the harm in observing
where-is-the-harm in-our-looking?
As long as-we're-not-picking or plucking.