What we see is partly who we are
In winter snow we see the beauty white.
To homeless people, it may bring despair
At night the cold and frosty air will bite.
Flowers of startling beauty now bloom here
Yet even these will make some people ill.
A scent which an asthmatic man may fear
Is most desired as perfume by the well
The adverts which may irritate the rich
May start up envy’s poison in the poor.
Good and evil to our wealth are stitched
All is context, virtue is not ours.
The world I see’s constructed by my mind
And to the worlds of others we are blind