My Tree

I watch the tranquility of my home each day,
I watch others pass before me, the other leaves dropping one by one, 
Some falling to the ground, only to then perish,
Others, torn down, brutally ripped away in a second,
Most drop to the floor at the right time of year, 
Some just drift away as time passes by, off to see other adventures, venturing into the distance,
the unknown, a place I have yet to visit.
I watch the iridescent sun set each day, only to then rise again the next,
I see others go, 
I see others grow,
It's as if the world seems to be working at a different pace, a pace that divides me from it, leaving me alone and defenceless.
However my tree is not the only thing I see,
I see the world, 
The world full of life,
The world that brings rain and sun and snow,
The world that brings people and happiness and betrayal,
I see a mystical world, full of so many things,
The things that make up the earth,
Things that I can only admire and hope will once be acknowledged and cherished,
From my tree, I see the world.