see things you lacked to notice

    The things we take for granted...

    are ones that God hand crafted,

    who else could think, of a sweeter scene, 

    than a tree against, a skies morning,

    of the branches silouette,

    from Gods black ink,

     it runs and bleeds,

    against a wistful morn.

    Or a thorn,

    not the rose,

    but it's gaurd,

    so willing to protect,

    against a greedy threat,

    it acts more selfless than me.

    look out your window,

    see things your eyes saw,

    but lacked to see.

    think about, how much your missing.