As I looked out through my window I knew fall was in the air.
The neighbor’s tree in color is a view beyond compare.
My window frames it perfectly, a frame through which I see
a picture-perfect pleasure standing tall majestically.
But then I noticed with a frown, this view that sends delight,
because it branches start so high, is above their line of sight.
This dazzling work of nature is a thing they can’t behold.
In fact, to them it’s just plain work, I bet, if truth were told.
I surmise I even do the same. I only notice stress,
and simply take for granted what’s perceived by most as blessed.
We often fail to notice what other people see,
because we’re busy raking leaves and stressed-out constantly.
I think I’ll get my neighbor, though it may seem strange to do,
and ask her over to my yard to get a better view.