sonGs of oTher laNds

Trees

The forest is filled with trees
All similar yet all so different
They stand, each proud, branishing their leaves
Each wanting to be The one
Each wishing to become something else
Yet they are all of the same template
In a forest, none stands out
At one glance, colours merge and collate
Into a big haystack
From your viewpoint they are the same
But from theirs they can't see such vision
If only you can bestow upon them your mind
Act like a spectacle, give them sight.

posted by jessXW @ 11:47 PM