If, for a moment, you were to see
to look around, to wonder, to dream
What would make itself plain to your eyes,
reveal itself, take off it's disguise?
Would you perhaps see the trees and plants
or the dusty ground, crawling with ants?
Would you see the sky, blue as my pen
or a fox scurrying to babies in a den?
Watch as the sun slowly falls
and creatures retreat inside safe walls.
As quickly as the scorching light disappears
stars pop out to take away fears
Then just as the sun fell before
the moon slowly rises, light is restored.
Thus the earth goes round and round
And all the experiences of life are found.
Plain to the eyes, the heart, the mind
These experiences are for the born to find.