from where you are,
If you're standing in a forest
of trees, far as you can see
everything looks emerald green.

If you’re sitting in a plane
high above the ground
what you'll see drifting by
are cotton ***** of clouds.

If you’re a vampire
your days are charcoal black.
You’ll not know the warmth
of the sun shining on your back.

You think from all you know.
A two-year-old is the center
of his world. He hasn't aged.
But give him time; he'll grow.

You think from how you're treated.
If you've been beaten by the hand
that feeds you you'll wear your scars
like stars on a flag, and see life
as a drag.

You think from where you live.
A fish hasn't breathed the air
or soared in a cornflower sky.
He'll not know what it's like to

have the wind whipping through
his feathered wings like the eagle
when he flies. He doesn't sing  
a melodic song like the oriole.

All he sees is the sea
for miles and miles. He swims and
eats and mulls. Or is swooped up
by the sharp beak of the gulls.