The Unseen

Every day they pass by me
On their way to see something great.
In a hurry, ever rushing.
This way everyone. We have to get there to see.

Little do they know that I am here.
The glance my way
But never notice.
Forever I shall remain

Unseen.

God has given us so many moments of beauty, but how often do we stop to see it? I have grown tired of being rushed by others, never able to take it all in. I shall walk slowly and fearlessly looking for these small blessings of wonder. To see the unseen.