The search

The search

When the breeze flips over you,

I see you turning left and right,

Making me wonder, why!

Demons of earth surround you tight,

Even then I see you bold and strong,

Making me wonder why!

When will you ever learn how beautiful you are,

for you give without expecting,

Making me wonder, why!

I see that you cannot hear, see nor speak,

Yet you search everywhere with all your might.

Making me wonder, why!

My symphony does not move you,

Leaving me, to wonder if I can never see

What you see!

Unsaid words of yours are engraved,

So deep within me, making me wonder if only,

You could see, I am writing your legacy.

In my lucid dreams, I see you giving me a chance,

a chance to feel what you feel, and then

Leaving me behind to wonder, forever! 

Oh dear tree, when will you ever learn,

how beautiful you are!!