Movement

Emma Sailor

"Movement"

Emma Sailor

It keeps catching my eye / draws my attention towards it

My gaze doesn’t stay for too long / as the thing causes it to roam

Each and every look offers a brand new sight

Every new image provides comfort like a home

 

It’s a tree in the wind

A fly buzzing along

Clouds drifting / in the sky

Groups of birds flying / sounding a sing-song

 

What is this thing?

It is movement / movement everywhere / but without my eyes,

I cannot see

This movement is seen with the naked eye and if one were to say

You are nothing without your eyes, then I would agree

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