My View, Their View

Copyright Sarah Davidson 2020

“Hello,” the leaf seems to say.

“I’m separate from the rest of the branches,

But that’s okay.

I see a different view than they do.

They enjoy the clouds, yes,

But I enjoy the ground.

It sounds boring, but it’s not.

I’m the first to see hikers as they go by,

And I count the ripples in the rocks

That they skip across the lake.

And when the trails are bare

I watch the insects scurry by,

And sometimes a squirrel,

And many, many birds.

And I see the lake lick the shore

And I see the ground change

With every wave.

My brothers and sisters above

Might not understand the beauty I see.

They’re used to clouds.

And that is fine.

I, truthfully, don’t understand clouds

The way they do.

So we might not understand each other,

But we do, after all, still understand beauty.

And isn’t that enough?”

Copyright Sarah Davidson 2020

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