I want my boat to see the greens of the grass. I want it to see all of the colors of blue, purple, pink, and orange that the sky has to offer. I want it to see the lush trees, and all the wildlife of the water. Fish, birds; everything. I hope it watches as the last sliver of the sun dips below the skyline, and then as it rises again. And though I wish it to see the beautiful things, I know it will see imperfect things to. It will see the empty bottles and cans that we have abandoned along the water. It will see the smoke in the sky from factories. It will see all of the trees we have cut, and the animals we have hunted. But, though I know it will see those things, I hope that is has the will to see through them, to see the roses in a garden full of weeds. And when it sees them, I hope it sees that even though the world is not perfect, it can still be beautiful.