The eye is not a camera taking shots
Our mind affects the aspect we perceive
And what it feels important it allots
Gives grace or hatred ,causes us to grieve.
When we live in fear,we see the worst
We see disgrace or ruin as our fate
As if our self for horror has great thirst
So all the little details we collate
Yet when we love, we see before us joy
The flowers sing, the birds dance in the air
We see no evil nor with hatred toy
All aspects of our world appear more fair.
We see not what is there,we see our self
To learn ,we must employ our own mind’s wealth
How my heart sings 