Ocean spray

Like snowflakes they appear, only in summer;

Gathering in clusters, each tiny flower,

Presumably unique, progressing through

From tiny ball to fluffy blossom, 

Only to yellow, stained with age, and fade.

Up close, we see what miracles they are,

But from a distance we tend to sneer

And wish them gone.

What else — or whom — have you only seen

From a distance, and then written off?

What else — or who — might prove to be

Miraculously fine if we looked more closely?