The tree outside my window

I realised a lot of things.

You don't die of heartbreak, struggles and pain, You only wish you had.

Sometimes, I look at the tree outside the window. Feeling that I am like an greenhouse flower compared it. Yet I am already half wilting as compared to it. Despite being grown it an urban surrounding, it seems to still be able to grow so strong and tall.

All you have to do is look at it, to feel this soft sad atmosphere surrounding it. When the wind blows, the spirit of the tree seems to come out and play. Both laughing so carefree and dancing so majestically. When it rains, droplets of water hang on the leaves like pearls glistening in light. While the wet earth enveloped the tree like its perfume, musky yet familiar.

Birds building their home on the tree, safe and warm. But humans chopped off the branches, not heeding to its cries and screams, you can't hear it. However, you can feel it in your bones, the tingling movement that seems to pierce your heart. Their silent scream. All the sudden, you just feel yourself crying without tears inside.

The tree outside my window. So ordinary like any other tree yet you could feel this connection with it.