I look.
Wildflowers are everywhere. Colors blend and it is beautiful.
But do I see?
She is the flowers.
Outwardly Beautiful.
But there is deeper beauty.
If, I will only see.
Ocean waves
Blue and white petals
Gently roll in the breeze.
Sails of red, yellow, white, gold
Vivid amongst this sea of blue.
She is this field.
Sparkling eyes
Bluebonnet blue.
Tender lips
Indian Paintbrush red.
Her soft skin.
Primrose pink.
The flowers flow
Over the hill.
Disappear
If I follow.
More beauty I will discover.
I look at her.
Beauty here with me.
Then I begin to see.
Heart of gold.
Compassion of silver.
Love like diamonds.
More wealth and beauty than I deserve.
What do you see when you look?
The Every Man 