Walking along the Central Wilderness,
I slow to catch the sights.

Everything that I see,
It is all beauty to me.

In the midst of my travels,
I wonder what it is like to see,
Without the eye for art.

Tree
Tree
Tree
Tree
Tree
Tree
Mushroom
Tree
Tree
Tree
Grass
Tree
Grass
Grass
Grass
Grass
Gour
Grass
Grass
Grass
Water
Tree
Tree
Hill
Hill
Hill
Tree
Mountain
Mountain
Snow
Mountain
Tree

I know this is sad,
To never see,
All the beauty around me.

Never forget,
To open your eyes and see
What you often fail to see.


Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Valnuary, in the year 616 AF.