I See

Privilege is seeing spring flowers,
Aglow in the rising light.
Kindness is describing those flowers,
Every detail for a friend without sight.
You walk together and I see you.
Arm held with sturdy, gentle love.
The same path I walk each morning,
To glimpse the bay views from above.
I try not to take for granted
All of the beauty I see.
And, hearing you today,
There is nothing more lovely to me.