Three Worlds' View Poem by eve Taylor

One set of eyes,

freshly,

beautifully alive,

in wondered awe,

spies this world,

seeing all anew,

in every glanced view,

crystal seer clear,

while another,

optimistically,

finds it's ageless glories,

carved mountainous lands,

fields, forests, and seas,

muses' to last a lifetime,

writing beautiful allegories,

valued than most dear,

but then,

sadly by those,

with eyes closed,

pessimist's of pestilence,

that wish to depose,

lacking of any grace,

who simply see,

to conquer to rule,

leaving behind,

more than one,

smelly cesspool,

sadly most true,

it's the coldest unwise,

mongrel's feuds of fuel,

feeding on,

necessary fear.