When he was 1, his interest in the world
so notable, his gaze reminded me
to see the trees and flowers that unfurled
before our eyes, the sights so gorgeously
available, resplendent, magically
arrayed. Too soon a screen kidnapped his mind.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away by three.
He may spend several decades nature-blind.


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