In the air my eyes have seen
more wonders than I could ever dream.
Some loom large with majesty so grand . . .
. . . while others dangle on delicate strands.
In the air my eyes have beheld
certain patterns into which my mind can delve
like dappled skies in cloud-swept windrows . . .
. . . and divided glass on skyscraped windows.
In the air I have noticed with my very own eyes
incredible creatures that somehow can rise,
like this simple bird whose lifestyle, so exquisite . . .
. . . surpasses the swami's contrived solicit.
In the air I have observed with my God-given eyes
such incredible scenes which life doth devise
like the sinister mystery of this Paris gargoyle . . .
. . . and majestic Alps formed without human toil.
In the air my eyes have seen
more wonders than I could ever dream,
from large to small, from ridiculous to sublime,
between stupid and smart, to stupendously divine.
Glass half-Full
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