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Written by Tahjia Chapman   
Sunday, 16 July 2006

You can open your eyes to more than what you see right now if you realize you are never alone.  This poem craddles the idea of how nature perceives us and how we are sometimes unaware of its presence.

A willow tree glimpsed at me as I strolled through the park
Wind whistled melodic tunes to my walk
A vibrant hum from my heart developed a song
As I walked...walked...walked along

An owl gazed at the spheric moon
Intrigued by the crevices- deep it seemed
As the revolutions were simultaneous
I stared at the owl in silence
He flinched a bit in shock of my glare

The willow tree stared at me as I stared at the owl
The moon watched us three in complete harmony
I noticed that as quiet as we could be
There is and will always be someone or something
Whether I can or cannot see- watching me

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