by horngyih

A tapestry is easily seen,
and admired as a whole.
Once one attempts to unravel,
the tapestry intending
to find the yarn that say,
forms the flower
in the garden scene,
one finds that the flower
completely disappears.

You may find that
some of the yarns
share the same color,
but no one single yarn
forms that beautiful flower.

All you are left with,
is a chaotic mess of yarn,
each responsible for part of its beauty,
but the beauty that was there,
have all but disappeared.

Foolhardy are those who believe,
one single yarn is responsible
for the beauty of the tapestry.