If only my camera could see,
What my eyes could.
A painting made by the nature.
Sky of blue spread in,
Like watercolors.
Clouds of red and orange,
Smudged like in oils.
White mist and birds,
Standing out like acrylics.
The details I see,
Sunshine on coconut trees,
Thunderstorms in the evening,
Stars poking in,
With the peace of sunset.
I dream of becoming one,
With the beauty that I see.
Stand tall and still,
Like the mountain hill.