Look What I See

When I look out mom's front door ,

I can see the beautiful frosting outside ,

But wait when I do go outside ,

I can see the great cake .

The color of the cake out front

Puts a color punch to my face .

Everything outside feeds on its self  .

When I am outside ,

I truly treasure the moments .

I believe God gives me signs

So that I can see what a difference 

Each day and night makes ,

So come with me

And look what I see .

                     By Brock