To see

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.