Seen from a bus, your second hand view,
But seen by me was perfectly new,
The sun seen rising to meet the new day,
The bus seen continuing on journey's own way,
Impressions of orange ribbon, seen sheered by mountain's earth,
Gave momentum to a day's new birth,
This view ever changing and quickly fleeting by,
Blue now upon you, the day's new sky,
For what I did see was a second hand view,
The beauty, the power, now seen by you.

M Rene Riel

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