I wish people see the world from my eyes
how the streets sparkle as I pass by
how my eyelashes catch a reflection of the light and hover at the edge of my vision
and the tiny bits of snow left close to the curb huddling together under the shade
they begin to melt into small puddles to freeze over and melt again
until they evaporate and the cycle resets itself
how the grass still fights for its brilliant green while the evergreens stay strong all year long
how the naked, thin tree branches shiver from the wind's harsh braid
just a simple bus ride in the winter
but I wish people could see the world through my eyes
