I see it in my dreams,
And everywhere I look.
In forests and in streams,
In pages of a book.

I see it when alone,
And when I’m in a crowd.
It feels so much my own,
I’m blessed that it’s allowed.

I see it in my heart,                                        
And right before my eyes.                    
In every work of art,                                        In all I realize.

I see profound beauty,
And I can’t look away.
I feel it’s my duty,
To love it every day.

I see the world’s beauty,
No matter where I stand.
It shall never mute me,
Whilst pen is in my hand.