My thoughts wander
Through the undiscovered
And the well-trodden
And everywhere in between
And I find
Little brings me more pleasure
Than that stone unturned
That turn not taken
Not to be first
But to make the unseen seen
My thoughts wander
Through the undiscovered
And the well-trodden
And everywhere in between
And I find
Little brings me more pleasure
Than that stone unturned
That turn not taken
Not to be first
But to make the unseen seen
A Poem A Day 