Poem: I See, They See

I see
The green leaves freshly
Laundered after rain;
They see
Chlorophyll pulsing
Throughout the leaf vein.

I see
The restless river flowing
Like an impetuous teen set free;
They see
Hydrogen and oxygen
Forming molecules, each of atoms three.

I see
The sky blushing scarlet
As the sun sinks into sleep;
They see
Shorter waves scattering
Letting the longer ones seep.

I see
The arduous path of thorns and brambles
Curving with coarse beauty;
They see
Another: a red-carpeted alley
To white-collared duty.

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I see the art in nature; some people see the science. I want to explore the unexplored; some want me to follow the same old path that everyone else follows. Now the question is: what should I choose - adventure and unpredictability or safety and security? A poem written while stuck in this quandary (aka choosing a career) that doesn't look like it's going to end soon. Inspired by Robert Frost's The Road Not Taken.