I met a genius

I found this poem the other day.

At first I didn't understand it and didn't care for it.

Then I read it again, again, and again.

I understand it now.

I think the little boy is able to see the ugly in something that everybody else believed was beautiful. Why does everybody believe the ocean is beautiful? Mostly because others have pre-determined that the ocean is beautiful. This boy though, he has decided to judge it for himself, without letting his opinion be infected by any others. 

I absolutely love it.