Perspective Poem by Star Dust

You may see a dying tree,
I see a long-lived life filled with wonder and beauty,
You may see a child playing in the mud,
I see the child’s inner self and happiness,
You may see a fire burning a forest,
I see a flower of flames engulfing its last meal,
You may see scribbles,
I see nothing but pure art,
You may see a valley of weeds,
I see god’s creation of green and beautiful plants,
You may look past these wonders,
I don’t,
It’s all within the perspective.