What do you see

when you look around? Trees,

grass, clouds of exhaust

and airborne tobacco? Crossed arms,

raised eyebrows, tight smiles? Closed

minds, old fears, hesitant trusts? Newfound

faiths or broken hearts? How about

the tumbling leaf under the wind's onslaught,

unable to break free from life

chaotically blowing her

every which way as she tries to fight

its howl? Or the ray of sunlight

refracting off every window,

his smile brightening up

every room and warming hearts even

if his may feel a little cold today? What do you see

when you look up? Another stranger

with his hands in the dirt? Or a human

planting a seed in the ground

that will bloom

into the inspiration to shape a generation?

What do you see? What's clear

and easy to spot or what is hidden

just below the surface if only

you'd look closer?

Tell me. What

do you see?