My Eyes
What you see through your eyes is no suprise at all.
You don't seem mesmorized when you see something as beautifull as a water
fall.
You see what is merely there and look on without a care.
That's not what I see through my eyes. I see the waterfall as something of
wonder.
As it crashes against the rocks it rattles in my ears like thunder.
There's more then just the water falling.
You can't hear Mother Nature calling?
I used to think that I was strange for what I saw with my eyes.
Now I see it's a gift that never dies.
You'll never see what I see and I can't for you.
Just trust me when I say the love I see and feel is nothing but true.
I used to hate what I saw, being so different, and gave nothing but sighs.
Now I thank God every chance I think about it for my unique and searching eyes.
Every one veiws thing differently.
Remember this and respect other
people's opinions.
Copyright © Misty Hoot | Year Posted 2006
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