If you took a young professor and show him a spring meadow

He could name every genus and species high and low

But there is one thing I guarantee

One thing he will not see

How to find it? Follow me

Take a young girl who has yet to venture into the world

and show her the same

She wouldn't look at how many or what kind

She would see what he couldn't find

The grace of a deer

And how much the dew looked like a tear

She might cry at the sight

Of two eagles side by side in flight

Or smile at a faun

As it took its first steps on the grass lawn

It isn't the professor's fault

It was how his mind was taught

Open his closed mind

He will thank you for the many treasures he will find