Through New Eyes

Some choose to see the sea as water
I see it as a waterfall's kiss.

Some choose to find the fog a vapor
But I, a rainbow of sweet mist.

Some choose to call the dirt dry soil
I know it's truly golden earth.

Some choose to pass it as a fire place
but I christen it a feisty hearth.

The sunset streaked across the sky?
Why it's a child finger painting!

A wilting bunch of Queen Ann's Lace?
A lady in a corset fainting.

Seek earthly beauty and
the world will show it.

Now through new eyes,
I am a poet.