A boon or a bane

A boon or a bane,
The choice is ours;
Want to see a blooming flower
Or an empty manor,
It is just the way we want to view!
The meadow glows different under the cloud and glare,
Each grass blade shines a different hue
When wetted by the drops of due.
The sheen is the same, always green
Yet the eye views it apart
In the deep dark night
Unlike under the sun so bright.
The darkness of perception shadows the sight,
The shadowed eye views the day as the night!
The perception is castaway
To make everything a bane.
That was otherwise a boon
Is now mislaid and misled by the delusionary cocoon.
The choice to break the cocoon is but ours;
A small wisdom of of introspection,
A small positive reflection
Can shape wonders
Can metamorphosize a Bane into a Boon.