The gift of sight by Yvette Carbajal 6,20,09
For it has been days since i closed my eyes not wasting my precious time. I watch the sunshine burning through my soul. I see so many unbelievable things. A mother robin sings from the edge of an aged tree. An eager bee ending its life over one sting.
I don’t want to miss a thing but what happens when i blink. I can’t help but think.
The duckling swimming in the murky pond waters. I continue on enjoying my gift as if nothing in this world bothers.
I stand at the highest peak. Staring at the arriving moon as the sun becomes weak. Gazing endlessly at the darkening sky. The first star shines in my dark brown eyes.
I believe we were all born with a simply beautiful gift Being able to open our eyes and love the gift of sight.
I don’t want to miss a thing but what happens when i blink. I can’t help but think.
The duckling swimming in the murky pond waters. I continue on enjoying my gift as if nothing in this world bothers.
I stand at the highest peak. Staring at the arriving moon as the sun becomes weak. Gazing endlessly at the darkening sky. The first star shines in my dark brown eyes.
I believe we were all born with a simply beautiful gift Being able to open our eyes and love the gift of sight.
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