New Eyes

A raven’s perch sparked in me

a sullen and abrupt rapture

I saw with new eyes

that life in truth was abound

the trees that surround us as living

I believe now in life

foolishly I had made no effort

to see the wonder of the wind

or the glory of the leaves in spring

Newly awoken I am no more wise

than a bumbling babe

but just as lost and pure

in this strange and magical world