I wish to God I might convey
How I see the world today—
Unsure of if I clearly see
Or add some color unique to me.
There are days I see the world in gold,
Sometimes it’s blue or green or rolled
So tightly bound within my mind
I wonder if my sight is cruel or kind.
Perhaps today I’m like Monet,
Who saw the world in a field of hay.
I only know I see as gift
When summer comes so warmly kissed.