Filling a blind spot

My eye would climb down
A gorge flowing with river

And it would spot a shrub
Leading a lonely existence

Somewhere down in slope.
I had the blind spot in eye

Mind would fill in, at point
Where the shrub led a life

As a sun and a shrub lived
Their complementary lives

Filling hole of a blind spot .
Wonder what a shrub fills

Its blind spot as it looks up
To find a human up there.

For all I see  in visual field
It might have been sheep.

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