Nature, part one

I look beyond The white clouds And the birds elegantly Soaring through invisible passageways And I see a blue sheet of paper. On that paper is born a plan, Perhaps for a new world coming soon, Ready to be created from scratch. I look through The shadows of the trees And the four-leaf clovers That welcome newcomers to the world And I see what others do not. I can imagine what it would be like To be stuck in that shadow, Forever pushing, yet forever pulling. I look into The eyes of a cunning red fox Its pupil shining With the center of the Sun And I see not a foe, but a friend. I sit beside him, noticed but untouched. The red fox is my new friend.