This is how I see the world now,
bright and full of life;
light glinting off roses, petals falling like
tears or raindrops.
This is how I see the world,
all brilliant and glorious before me;
trapped in its struggles, wrapped in a spider's
web.
I see the world in all its tenderness,
I see a child clutching a daffodil;
there are no thorns, only falling petals,
and hope that circles in an endless
field of white.