Those eyes.

When a child I

often lay face

down in grass

staring deeply

at what was there.

Looking carefully as

grass blades

emerged from dirt.

Little bugs would

sometimes enter then

wander out of sight.

Later, rolling over

I would watch

clouds, until standing

up to see

fields and trees.

From very small

and close

to far and very large

I learned about

observing all about me

by Henry Burt Stevens