in the knots in the bedroom door,
and the gap between the bed and the floor.
in the waves on the beach,
And the myriad of colours just out of reach.
in the summer breeze,
that gently rustles the leaves of the trees.
in a clear starry night,
with no clouds to mask the sight.
in an autumn mountain scene,
with green, yellow, red and blue in between.
in a flowing stream,
where all types of aquatic life can be seen.
But when imagination dies,
the fire goes out of my eyes,
and I become blind,
until the storm passes,
and the sun shines again.