Sunshine covers the tip of the leaves flowing through the field, gliding over each and every one, yet somehow it misses you. You sit there wondering why the golden light left without goodbye without telling you why. Why it must go, why it skips over you, why the sun can't reach you. Is it because you aren't tall enough to reach the canopy? So it leaves behind a little tree that doesn't grow for all the other trees tower over it, taking away all the sun. - I
