Eyes are the Window to Dreams

When I peek outside, I see a massive mess. Not a single drop of beauty can be possessed. Bland birds sing a tune of sorrow and stress. Nothing is out there for my mind to caress. When I look outside, joy's all over the place. Rabbits, parrots, everything is at my face. My head and this world are completely interlaced. Holding each other with a large, warm embrace. When I glimpse outside, I stare at the tall tree. It's sitting there patiently, waiting just for me. As I stand below it, my eyes turn into a sea. Tear roll down my face as I sit in the debree. When I glance outside, I see my biggest dream. Happiness has become the feeling of my esteem. Wanting to keep feelings I've never seen or been. I could catch it instead of sticking with the team.