Mon, 01/09/2017 - 12:03 -- Wild101

Through my eyes a animal I can see,

You see the hunt and I see the cycle being complete.

By the light I study their movements,

I know what they feel, they think.

By acting like them there mind is reveal,

their thoughts, their feelings,

are not so hard to fine,

when you have autism,

Animals come to mind.

For me autism is not a disease but a gift,

Some doors open and some will close.

But one thing will remain certain,

that the Lord gives us gifts.

The lesson in life,

is to find your gift that is yet untold.

Autism eyes are unique,

for they see what you will never see,

nor understand. 

That life is greater,

because they were made by God's mighty hands.




This poem is about: 
Our world