Look
I lay upon a bed and look around and see
Books and books and books of nothing but poetry
I sit upon the floor and look around and see
A bed and dresser and something else not quite hidden from me
I stand upon the grass and look around and see
Nothing left of the world but animals and trees
I'll look from the mountains
I'll look from the sees
I'll look from the hilltops
I'll look from the trees
You lay upon a bed and look around and see
You may see a phone with a number history
You sit upon the ground and look around and see
You may see a kitten and your pet puppy
You may stand upon the grass and look around and see
You may see a squirrel running up a tree
You look from the mountains
You look from the seas
You look from the hilltops
You look from the trees
But if there's one thing that I know
You'll never see the same thing as me
Copyright © Zoe Isaacson | Year Posted 2014
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