I look at the stars, the sky, the clouds
I can hear all the sounds
The breeze
The bees
The birds
Children's words.
I snap a picture,
Two squirrels playing tag,
A guy wearing a hat.
It's funny how i can't draw...
But I can talk the words of nice long lines,
Shadows from the light, and paintings of dark meadows.
I can see everything in great detail.
The bugs on the rails,
The cracks in the hail.
I've opened my eyes to see the better,
Trying to release negative energy
Taking deep breaths
Finding common sense out of everything.
Making everything simple.
My middle name is 'Detail'
Details broaden my horizons
Gives me guidance
I can see everything,
Releasing negative energy
Taking Deep Breaths...
~Detail~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem