Through My Eyes
No one knows the things I have seen. The countless lives that have passed right by me. No one takes notice of the old barn owl sitting in the tree. They all go on with their lives; falling in love, moving on, some staying and dying. I’ve seen crops fail and farmers fall to their knees screaming and begging for the rain to come and wash prosperity and life back to their fields; I’ve seen children running and screaming with glee, unaware of the responsibilities I know are coming their way, and I’ve seen lives end only to be buried under this old oak tree I call my perch.