In My Eyes Poem by Sandra Regan

Wading in a stream seeking minnows and tadpoles,
I come to a realization.
The children try to catch the creatures.
I do what I do in a stream like such.
I close my eyes and remember.
Rocks in the streams, colored glass on the beach.
I gather rocks. Piled high in beautiful sculpture.
Within minutes the stream emerges into a beautiful landscapes.
Yes, this is my gift.
To see beauty not only from within, but from everything around me.
The broken streams, muddy waters, flat rocks.
All emerge as created majestic palaces of my hand.
Shining smooth in the water, round like me, agate sparkles,
granite grays, earthy blues, and deep sea greens.
In my eyes, all is beauty is this space.
Once all the same.
Now the greatest tower is topped of with the smallest,
seemingly insignificant, pebble.