What do you see

What do you see?

What do you see?

When you look out a window

On a cold bright day?

Do you see the sun?

Or the dirt, brown and loving

Under our feet?

Or how about the mountains,

Reaching right up into the sky,

Teeth trying to eat the fluffy clouds.

What about the grass?

Waving hello to all as it

Sways in the wind.

Or do you frown,

And see the world,

Dark and malignant,

The object of your fears.

Hatred spewing, concealed by

The happiness of fair blue skies,

Knowing that the dark clouds are nigh.

What do you see when you see