Differences Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Artistic endeavors don't come close to actual reality, showing their amateurish reconciliations in paintings of non-essential portrayals.
Beauty in reality can never be compared to man-made pictures of the same things.
Taking time to consider every dimension on it's own merits and accepting facts instead of seeing wrongly.
Feeling cold and empty, watching majestic mountains pass before me, thinking they're just like me, cold and empty.
Yet, they're not, I feel their warmth in the sun, their fullness as every type of cacti and animal lives upon them.
How different it is than my perception of it.
Walking on, feeling at one with the many mountains I see, now knowing how really different we are.