My eyes see What's there for everyone to see And capture it in their hearts But unfortunately Not everyone does see For they are so caught in their Routine rituals of life That they hardly "Live Life" the way it is meant to be What they usually do though is "Leave Life" Unaware of the enchanting beauty That life has bestowed upon them And when they do happen to see It is bound in frames hung up on the wall Painted and captured by me Which pale in comparison to the Originals that are put live on display They appreciate what they see And say he has got an eye for details Without realizing such a creation Is there for everyone too see But somehow I just happened to be Amongst the fortunate few see and capture Shades that paint the sky The beauty of sunrise The glow of the dew The blossoming of the flower The bullock cart against the setting sun