Meditation on beauty

This came while listening to a very nice ASMR:

These things are eternal,
They change not:
The sound of running streams,
The shade of tall trees,
Singing of birds,
Laughter of children.

Such things have no price.
Evil wishes them gone,
Self-absorbtion casts them aside,
Ambition sees them as a marker of value.

But no-one takes them,
No-one makes them.
They are given, 

Take and see - it is good!