A new day begins

and a seed is planted

falling into the soil

into reality and the enchanted

In reality

the wind does blow

cold or warm

depending on the flow

In the enchanted

colors, clouds, and the sun

perceptions form

creating paths to run

In reality the seed

may be blocked by stone

no where to expand

never to be full grown

Or seed may

wither in the soil

crushed in the chaos

causing it to spoil

Or possibly

reality and enchantment join

seed blooms into a beautiful flower

for which it was anointed

But what is reality

and what is enchanted

is it a matter of perspective

or sight taken for granted

Each day a new seed is planted

the wind continues to sway

darkness or light

perspective colors the day