I peek with the view finder,
Excited of what could be seen.
In my little square of sight,
I see all I intend to see.
Freshly grown grass, greener and brighter
Than any I’ve ever perceived.
Tree trunks thick and brown,
with life within its leaves.
Little red birds gliding beneath,
a vivid blue sky, the clash of color startling.
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