Through My Eyes Poem by Taylor Rosewood

Youth can be a desert
where the shadows are
definitive, or a trek through
the rocks when there's water
nearby. Mothering mountains
seem to pose no mystery.
Their soft silhouette mimics
the bumps on apple pie.

But now imagine it gray and
seemingly inconclusive,
where the only clear view is
that of your wandering feet.
Take yourself there, and tell
me of it's wonders. Try walking
barefoot on rocks you can't
see.

When the clouds disappear,
the desert will make a comeback.
Bees will ride the clover and
the poppies will soon take hold.
Water will fill the rocks as the
cactuses turn softer. But Spring
is like an instant. Close your eyes,
and now it's gone.