Visible light
The sun’s gift
Greets us every morning when we wake up
Dictates our every move
Makes us feel safe
Warming

Light that is emulated all around
In classrooms, on dark pathways
Evolved with our eyes
Making the world deceptively clear
But how clear?

Is there not more to see?
Colors everywhere
Blue sky, green grass, white clouds
Only a perception
Our point of view, nothing is actually clear
Or true
Even light