Perception

sitting at this desk
wondering...
what motivates the wind to blow against the trees and grass?
sitting here at this desk, wondering why must I promote my art...
why aren't others just as enthused as I to wonder of new beings?
what really matters...

sitting here at this desk, noticing the walls are plain, without life, beige and colorless...
who chose this color?
did they not think of color temperament for the work place?
who cares for the souls that care?

I see these white flowers from my desk...
they seem to be the only that have bloomed in the bristle.
thriving in such a mess...all I can see around them are sticks, and naked trees.
still, they give life, and are seen, in such an unattractive space.
why are they the only in sight?
they have brought upon a peace to my view...
we share a common life.
we share a common aura.
we share a common loop.

this view changes things.
this view is now appreciated.
I begin to love this view.
I begin to appreciate the bristle,
it allows the flowers to thrive.
to show...
to be seen...
it is beautiful.
it is life.
it is me.
it is I.
thriving.
shining.
living.