Do you know the world unseen? The one that every human being Takes for granted every day As they go about their work or play
For I speak of things like morning mist The flower in the breeze that twists The way some clouds evaporate Or that flake of rust on the old front gate The struggling mum who needs a rest The logo on her child’s vest The smile that means “I noticed you” A kiss that’s meant for no one’s view
For all these things are here to see Yet focussed minds just cannot be Sensitive to all that’s there For overload would bring to bear Such cacophony of life’s rich vein That most just choose to see the same.
The exceptions, friends, are me and you Who take the time, like poets do.