not walking

We are not paying homage to a
cold winter sun 
Or the red breasted robins 
Who swoop and fly high
We are not seeking friendships to
pass away time or seeking out
towns
Full of people near by

are not moved by low clouds
though fluffy they be, do not 
walk the near streams
that gush and run free

are not now ecsatstic though
beauty there be
forgive us, sometimes
eyes can't feel only see