Upon the canvas of our shared skies,
Where stars whisper tales of distant lands,
I find my world through another’s eyes,
In the silence where understanding stands.

Beneath the shadows of ancient trees,
Their leaves murmur secrets of time gone by,
I walk a path with gentle ease,
Guided by perspectives that never lie.

Through the lens of empathy’s embrace,
Mountains become gentle hills to climb,
In every heart, a sacred space,
Where perspectives blend and softly chime.

So let us dance in the ebb and flow,
Of varied views that shape our way,
For in the garden where perspectives grow,
New dawns arise with each passing day.