My oh my,

This beautiful scene:

The warm trees

The pinecones 

Hanging 

Waiting to be 

Somewhere.

Where is this somewhere?

A street of greatness?

A place to belong?

Where is this destination?

A street of comfort?

A place to hope?

My oh my,

Look at you.

The way you are

Placed in the ground

Staying. 

You’ve been there

Showing the way

Where is this way?

A path of beauty?

A route to admire?

Where is this direction?

A path of success?

A route to achieve?

What Beauty,

This sight of 

Home.

A neighborhood

Full of warm

Places to be.

Always wanting company.

When are you finished?

Once people are satisfied?

Once you are full?

When will you stop?

Once you are abandoned?

Once folk can’t reach you?

Are you going to succeed?

What Beauty,

The perfect spot

To tell your directions

Standing proud

At your work

You think that

Your direction is perfect.

When will you realize?

Once you see your faults?

Once you see the end in yourself?

When will you understand?

Once you finally look around?

Once the direction is unused?

You don’t even see yourself.

Why?

This scene of 

Trees without your leaves.

The mountains

Barely visible

What a scene

Of horrible greenery.

Why are you like this?

Only one evergreen

Only ever lifeless.

Why are you silent?

Only beautiful in summer

Only ever pausing

For what?

To leave us without joy?

Without awe of you

To adore?

Why?

This lonely area

Colorless..

Nothing special

About your view

What a scene

Of horrible placement

Why don’t you change?

Only one direction

Only ever colorless

Why don’t you move?

Only stuck in your place

Only ever suffering

For what?

To endure the staring?

To prove something 

Of yourself?

So majestic,

The sight of

Cold mountains

Tan hills

Striking a pose

Just for us to admire

Your beauty.

What is your purpose?

Just to stand there?

Just showing off?

What is your point?

Just to keep your gaze?

Just showing strength?

Is that all you do?

So majestic,

The way you stand out

Taking the opportunity

Of showing your 

Bold features.

You’re so grateful

For your placement

What are your thoughts?

Just to bask in your glory?

Just praising yourself?

What are your ideas?

Just to show yourself?

Just being genuine?

Is there more to uncover?

Unknown,

This destination

Always seen

But never shown fully

You try to show your beauty

But to no avail.

All we see is your harsh environment.

How do we see you?

Do we need to look closer?

We just hope you’re good enough?

How do we understand?

We need to hear you?

We just listen for something?

Will you ever speak your mind?

Unknown,

Your placement

Is perfect

But we never see 

Your true design.

You show everyone

All of yourself

How are we so ignorant?

We ignore you?

We try to look away?

Why are we so stupid?

We don’t even care?

We look past your strength?

Why do we not see your authenticity?