If you can see it... be it
See the lines on time worn faces
Be the veins in Autumn’s leaves
See the crowd…be the spaces
See the clover…be the bees
See the shore… misty places
Be the sand, cleansed by the seas
Tell us of the intrinsic traces
While we listen at your knees
See the world…give us a look
Through your eyes…be a book
poem by David Whalen
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