the lost art of appreciation?
admiration?
for the tiny little wonders that now go unnoticed
the flutter of a birds wings
that compare to the imprint left by storm winds
hearing the silent song
clear definitions of right and wrong
searching for the end of the rainbow
counting each star
in the night sky
they seemed not so far
staring out the window of a fast moving car
blurs of green
patches of wild flowers
and tall concrete towers
streaks of sunshine
flooding through the windows
illuminating petals of a rose
closing your eyes
to breath in the warmth
hearing the colors
and
seeing the sounds
remember?
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