Chantelle Clark

Rookie (Feb 7th 1991 / Toronto)

Perspective - Poem by Chantelle Clark

Through a child's eyes, falling leaves are a delight,
colours of joy, not one bit of spite.
A walk in the park is in a child's heart,
but to some its a walk in the dark.
A pesky fly, a buzzing bee to me its life's harmoney.
Seeing Nature bloom within Spring,
watching the water wheel go around the ring.

All of this is beautiful to some but to many its another day with no fun. How come we see beautiful things when others just look through rose coloured glasses to see what they need?

On a moonlit night we see the plum leaves fall, silently dancing too and fro.
They land on the flowing streams of life, now they rush down, out of sight. Like memories come and go, some stay some don't.
Once they have fallen within your tears they're whisked away to above and near.

Why not try looking through new eyes then life may become happier to your surprise. A new born baby, why does it cry? Spreading tears of joy from it's eyes.
A new life has begun do you see what looking through new eyes could bring?

Beautiful things come not from darkness but come from the shinning light, but only eyes from a certain perspective will see them tonight.

Next time you go to the park don't think its just a walk in the dark. Not all memories are washed away just remember to look through new eyes today.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 17, 2006

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