Inner Beauty

It doesn't matter how so plain Or rough the crust may be, The kernel is what truly counts -- The part we cannot see. A piece of land perceived as good And ripe for human toil May yet prove unproductive Without the proper soil. Can we appraise the saber While still within its sheath, Or comprehend the ocean Unless we look beneath? The sights we often fail to see And thoughtlessly pass by May yet be those that satisfy The palate, not the eye.