The Invisible Brightness

Who are we,
the ones who live?
Why are we here,
if not to give?
The trees were painted,
the mountains were laid,
the sun was involved
and the seas were laid.
Such enormously important things,
were created only for us.
But still on the tiniest of things
we normally tend to fuss.
Where is the gratitude?
Where is the respect?
Nature gave us so much and more,
yet only flaws we detect.
She thinks she's alone,
she thinks she'll always be,
The beautiful flowers bloom for her,
waiting for her to see.
He thinks success is a seed,
a seed he hasn't sown.
He ignores the ferocious winds,
telling him to do the unknown.
They muse with raining eyes,
giving all the sadness a place to reside.
Thus I wonder how they cannot hear,
the waves of the ocean they have inside.
The stars, the planets, the galaxies,
are known for the treat they're to our sight,
but often we do not realize,
we're their source of light...

                                                                          -Syd