Blindness In What I See

I did not get to see it,

was it really there?

Others told me it existed,

that people used to care.


We live on a planet,

with beauty in many forms.

The eyes used to see this,

valuing innocence forlorn.


I saw dinosaurs in a movie,

yet once they tread the earth.

Today they are only relics,

of bones, dust and dirt.


We all end in up as ashes,

the path there is the key.

Some have paths are easier,

even dignified to see.


I want to wake each day,

with eyes full of visions,

of land, creatures and sea.

Never blind, to the oceans, of possibility.