Walking in the woods,
The crunching underfoot as I ventured farther
Along every new hillside

Not everyone sees the beauty

They mostly see
Oozing mud, trampled snow, and dull trees
Of course I also saw this

Yet if they looked closer they would see what I see and hear
Little stubs of green in the little places of sun
Geese flying on their way home 
Mud patches, as the earth starts to come alive
The sounds of little drips, as the snow begins to melt 
And roll away

Not everyone sees the beauty,

They mostly see
Sloppy ground where their feet drown
Buzzing of the bugs near your ear, as the first emerge
Murky clouds of unknown fortunes, snow and rain hiding within
The sounds of mud splashing on their windshield, leaving it scared 

Yet, I choose to see and hear
The little and new signs of life
The trumpets of joy
The beauty of the ground
The sounds of change

Some see in black and white
I see in colors
Some choose to hear what they want
I embrace whatever hits me