you are a habit
a routine
affecting me
hopelessly

you are the sky
always there
above me
     what do you see?

you are a bird
wanderlust
and free
without me

plant me in another garden
so i'm not rooted here

i like being alone

it's either because of
the velvet comfort that hugs you
telling you
to listen to your breathing
to be kind to only yourself
or
how i don't need to
drown in the sea of people
who make me
want to **** them
or myself

i am a tree
i am an observer
i do not speak
i listen and listen
and wait patiently
for something to witness
as i stand still silently

i see
war and
**** and
****** and
suicide and
all brutalities,
caused by
human nature

but i see
love and
joy and
character and
movement and
all endless possibilities,
caused by
human nature

i do not have a voice
i cannot move
i can only grow
higher and higher
closer to the sun,
i can only change
the colours of my leaves
to aware others
of new seasons

i provide oxygen
for all these infinite beings
and i do not know
how many years i will
be rooted here
as an insignificant
on-looker