The trees in mornings are the strangest.
As soon as the sun beams in the sky
and spreads its light to curtains,
they reach up for you
and long to touch your face.
The branches grow taller
and heavier
but its leaves are always gentle.
And sometimes,
we are trees
stretching our roots
to what limits us.

I like sunsets,
You like sunrise,
You like to plan,
I like to surprise.

You're on stage,
I have stage fright,
You like to speak,
I like to write.

You want to run,
I want to fly,
You like to win,
I like to try.

I am cotton,
You are steel,
You like to think,
I like to feel.

Puzzle pieces shaped the same,
can't properly align.
We fit together perfectly,
When our differences combine.

She lives a quiet life,
she tiptoes around,
she whispers when she speaks,
she hardly ever makes a sound.

Although her words are quiet,
her mind is very loud.
She has so much to say,
but no one listens for soft sounds.

She's an invisible girl,
who doesn't want to stand out,
she just wants to be heard,
without having to shout.

Sometimes the loudest people,
aren't saying much at all.
Empty words and promises,
just leave their mouths and fall.

But whispered words fly high,
and catch peoples attention,
they're intriguing, so amazing,
but only when they listen.

So look outside the spotlight,
because often the real star,
isn't anyone on stage,
but the mind behind it all.