Act of beauty

My mom told me a good story today.
She has been totally appalled and disgusted by acts of vandalism against city property, namely people breaking windows of bus shelters. She takes the bus quite often and has watched the seemingly endless cycle of those windows being broken and replaced just to be broken again. She has stood helplessly on the sidelines, fuming. For those of you who know my mom, you know something's gotta give.
Since she retired, my mom has been doing watercolours with a passion. She has always looked around for inspiration and the other day, she saw it in a window that had been shattered but not broken. The shattering was in the shape of a star, which she dutifully copied in her notebook. Then she saw another shattered window, with a "better-looking" star, which she also copied down. She was inspired to write a poem (which I asked her to send me) and was moved the next day to post it beside the star... thereby transforming it in an act of beauty. She was amazed at her own boldness!