Following the line of sight

In my minds eye I can often see,

a sight line that runs out in front of me.

 

Green, grey, blue and brown,

intertwined in front of me.

 

My minds eye brings these images out for me,

Hoping perhaps that nature I will see.

 

Nature speaking out to you and me.

My minds eye wants me to see

the life inside everything in front of me.

 

Face's, eyes, and images,

as I dream you too can see.

The images nature offers up to me.

Done