I stand in a meadow With flowers all around Full of shades and colors My world is different I do not see the detail I do not realise the beauty I cannot identify the type My world is different I sniff the scents I hear the birds I feel the breeze My world is different I see the bigger picture I imagine the shape and shine I admire the clouds that tame the bright My world is different Different is good It leaves a lot to explore The world as everyone knows it Has way too much in store -Tamrina