Mutual Staring

There you are again, When I look out of my window, I see you staring back. I see your glistening outline flowing through the night, Shining through the day. With you standing so near, yet feeling so far. Being old, you just stand there. What do you do? I see you watching me, watching me. I wonder what you think of others coming and going, running and playing. Yet not saying a single word. See, I do nothing but stand here, My roots firmly stuck in the ground. There are many of you I can see, Yet you seem to be alone. You stand on your own, Within your green surrounding, your home, Watching everyone else. You’re fighting to be part of everything – Yet your roots won’t allow you. You are focused, with one aim in life. Nothing else. With all your curves I see them. The leaves rustling around you, floating through each year. Do you feel them going? Changing through each season. You want to go with them, but you can’t. Yet your roots won’t allow you. There you are again, Staring out of that window. Why do you do that? What are you looking at? You look straight at me, seeming like you are looking straight through me. I don’t eat your food, drink your water, I don’t hurt you, Yet you continue to look at me like that. What are you seeing? I see your whispering branches blowing in the wind, Looking so fragile as if would break. I see your mind wandering As if wanting to move, but cant. To lift your roots and go. In your mind you seem so far away, Yet so close in reality. I see you more closely now, Staring up at me. With me staring back down at you. You’re staring at me so closely, With such a glazed expression. Yet I can’t work out why. Why, I dont do anything, just stand here? You move back slowly, Staring still. What do you see? Do you see me? Or just what I look like? You’re talking to me now, I don’t understand. What are you saying? There’s that look again. That glazed expression. Are you still looking at me? You are. Yet I can’t work out why... For I am only a tree.