Blind Walkers

With so many in this world who fail to live Passing through seasonal beauty unaware Never beholding the beauty of springs birth Unaware of the blooms and blossoms They cannot hear the cresting wave crash Or see their faces mirrored on winter ponds The scent of summer love is an alien mist Carrying on the breeze of evening fields They are deaf to the songbirds serenading And are blind to the gold decorating autumn Never experiencing the peace of pine forests Nor respecting the mountain thunderstorms Eyes opened they are still bind to natures beauty From her all life springs eternal… experience her While the moment lasts…