Have you ever just seen the normal things?
I mean really see them
Like the intricately woven fingers of a Conifer leaf
The riveting shades of green that changes like the colour of the ocean
The light green spills over the dark, in a wild but beautiful contrast
Like the smokey rust of an autumn orange leaf
Falling ambivalently
Where the wind blows
Like the crisp ruby of a freshly picked raspberry
The deep, angry knots locked in wood
Or the spiralling beanstalk, climbing and reaching
The plume of colour from a flower
Pebbles lapping against a woven patio
Understand.
Perspective.
Take some time to really see something, for the first time.
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 6:09 AM UTC
Have you ever just seen the normal things?
I mean really see them
Like the intricately woven fingers of a Conifer leaf
The riveting shades of green that changes like the colour of the ocean
The light green spills over the dark, in a wild but beautiful contrast
Like the smokey rust of an autumn orange leaf
Falling ambivalently
Where the wind blows
Like the crisp ruby of a freshly picked raspberry
The deep, angry knots locked in wood
Or the spiralling beanstalk, climbing and reaching
The plume of colour from a flower
Pebbles lapping against a woven patio
Understand.
Perspective.
Take some time to really see something, for the first time.
“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view … until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.”- Harper Lee, Atticus Finch
