What We Do not
See
Dry leaves that fall crumble and blow away in the moving wind.
The clouds come and pass as days move on.
The sun always shines, it's just sometimes our vision is blocked
and we
forget what was there.
But just as the mute fish can not hear the bird sing.
Does not mean that the bird does not.
The birds sing their soulfully light songs as they glide trough
and perch
upon the tops of the highest trees.
The song carries as it echoes off the sides of the white topped
mountains.
Clear crisp air fills the valley as the sunsets reflecting off the
snow to
create the prefect view.
And slowly but shurly one by one stars begin to shine.
Over looking every one of us, from a vastly wide open and deep space.
Brady Smith
7/7/98