Through His Eyes

Through his eyes I see the meadow spread out before me, and the trees swaying in the wind, and the silvery brook flowing out from the spring.

     Through his eyes I see the dew sparkling on the grass, and the flowers turning towards the sun, and everything hidden in the shadows.          

          Through his eyes I see every furtive step, every wary glance of the unsuspecting creatures below, and nothing that moves escapes my notice.