Defining it

So little, yet so much,
So clear, yet so obscured.
Understood and felt yet never defined,
Its wild and uncharted, yet feels so refined.

So little, yet so much,
So clear, yet so obscured.
Its an entire world explored without fear,
Yet its maps are never clear.

So little, yet so much,
So clear yet so obscured.
It can pain like a wound, yet never needs a cure,
It radiates joy, makes you feel warm to the core.
Soothes the mind, like the waves at a shore,
Its makes life easier by so much more.

Its so little, yet so much,
So clear yet so obscured.
Its effects are strange and not fully explored,
Its a weight, but one that when piles up, lightens your load.

So little, yet so much,
So clear, yet so obscured.
Its a cozy blanket wrapping you in its fold,
Its comfort and warmth during winters cold.

So little, yet so much more,
So clear, yet so obscured.
Some may call it a madness with a sweet lure,
But if it is, i never want it cured

So little , yet so much more.
So clear yet so obscured.
Felt so clearly, yet can't be explained, or to others told.
Its a wonderful sight, true beauty to behold.