The tree in the middle of the forest
I always see in my mind
The tree that has no leaves
The tree with no story
I hear what it has to say
I hear what is wants to tell people
It is because of me
I see things that others can't
My mom says it is my eyes
The color of sadness.
The color of joy
The colors that I can't feel
The colors that I don't understand
The bright colors and the dark colors
They are the same to someone like me
