Visions that gladden the soul
As time plays its role,
The beauty of nature we adore
even as we see and explore.
The eyes are the window to the mind,
They imprint the images that our minds sometimes find,
They search for the missing lines,
The lost grapes from the vines.
The eyes search through the gloom,
They push to attain the bloom.
They anchor on what's seen,
Forgetting that it’s more than that's been.
As time progresses we're dimmed of sight,
Then we go gently into the night,
Our eyes open in another realm,
We're beyond the world's helm.
2nd Place Podium Finish in Poetry Soup Contest