It surrounds me
I see your face in the patterns of fabric
In the creases of the cloth
In the silver chrome of machines
The blades of grass
The spots on ripened fruit
The smoothness of plastic
The shadows on glass
The flicker of a flame
The ripple of water
The stains on wood
The snowflakes on bark
The etchings on stone
The folds in paper
The softness of petals
The leaves left behind in the teacup
Your face is in nature
Just show me that true face once again
