Don't be disheartened by the lack of response from each these hyped and none observant. They know not what their looking at.
Couldn't bare to brave a brain cell to note. A beauty as written, which you've done so.
They've no temple to caress, no care to imagine. No spirit to enjoy.
They're dead and unheard. So it,him,her,them,they are their masters.
So don't let them tire your inner voice. Sing to the hills, for they are listening.