Some see me through nature,

Through the trees that bloom during spring, 

Through the pond that splash with lilies, 

Through fog pierced by light,  

Through the soil that holds peace of what was once. 

Some see me through themselves, 

Through words from a book, 

Through speech from a seeker, 

Through lyrics from songs.

Even if some choose not to seek, I see them. 

I see each of my children through each sense.

I hear their cries,

I hear their laughter, 

I hear their prayers. 

I sense my children through all. 

I see their love, 

I see their anguish, 

I see their prayers.  

I sense my children through all.

I taste their disappointment, 

I taste their gratitude, 

I taste their prayers . 

I sense my children through all. 

I feel their heart, 

I feel their soul, 

I feel their prayers. 

I sense my children through all. 

I smell their fear,

I smell their happiness,

I smell their prayers. 

I sense my children through all. 

I know every detail about every version of my children, as they do me