Eyes of the Beholder
"Have you ever wondered if when the wind blows the colored leaves around, if they are dancing to music we can't hear?" the boy asked. "When we say the wind whispers through the trees, it is the trees talking in their ancient language? If, hiding in the mist of a sheltered glade is a faerie band, singing the song of night and darkness we cannot comprehend? Do you ever wonder if starlight is more than light and more than a song we can't live without?"
In answer the girl questioned quietly, "Do you ever wonder if the drifts of copper and crimson tinted snow of autumn, means more than death, but life?"
The boy paused for a brief second and in that tiniest moment his perception of the world altered. No longer did he look with his eyes, but with his dreams.