Alternatives

The call of spring
A mere splash of color
Descending into a single point of energy

Its power
Hidden
From the rush of responsibility

One must decide
The lens of perspective
Whether of practical means
Or the freefall
Of climbing
Outside the skin

That blinds the eyes
And reveals the river
Of order among the chaos

We must always see the forest from the trees, but sometimes we just need to get real close to the magic in tiny spaces.
Modified Helios lens