Vision so nearsighted,
Seeing only rock and sand,
Scorched earth under cloudless sky,
Beauty shrouded by its bleak exterior.
O’ but the wonder peered upon by birds,
A canvas painted by a masters hand.
Browns, blues, greens, intricate designs,
Such depth, the flowing lines,
Seemingly random from terra firma,
Showing purpose of design from above.
O’ the beauty missed with our limited perspective,
Entire lives spent seeing two steps ahead,
Ignorant of the lovely picture before us.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Very evocottive. Really.>KB
Thank you very much, I appreciate the nice comment. 🙂
I adore this. So true – can you imagine what we could see if we were to fly in the wings of birds? Great piece:)
I like to think so, I wrote this while I was flying over Albuquerque New Mexico. The landscape looks so bleak from the ground, but so beautiful from the air. Thanks Kimberly.