A short poem by me called Seeing

Have you ever stopped and admired something that you have never actually noticed before?
Like the pattern of lines engraved on the bark of a tree
Or the reluctance of a diminutive bud to bloom then perish?
Many people do not look where they should
Where questions form and secrets are revealed
They are not driven by any peculiar fascination
Looking is not the same as seeing
When you are looking, you miss the important details in life
While seeing is uncovering everything you could ever imagine


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~Sophie