see the forest too

Stop where you are.
Look at the tree, the single tree
in front of you,
and the one beside.
But also, look beyond.
Look out, at the giant forest
standing tall in the background,
where some trees in the front
can be distinguished,
but the further you look
the more they all blur together.
A sea of greens and browns,
needles and leaves,
rocks and twigs
individual, but collective.

When you cannot see the forest for the trees,
you lose the collective.
Stop, step back,
appreciate the forest
and your tree within it.

Eyes of green

Looking at you from across the room,
yearning for your eyes to find
and connect with mine.
All I want, all I need,
is for you to see me. Notice me.
Acknowledge that I am here and I am looking at you.
Your eyes are a swirl of greens
from sage to emerald, and olive to forest
that sweep me away to the countrysides of Kerry.
I know not where in the world I stand
when I look at you and my thoughts jumble.
All I want, all I need,
is for you to see me. Notice me.
I have meandered into your eyes before, as
these are not new shades of green attracting my fancy.
While enchanting, I also know them to be manipulative
and perhaps that is how I have best come to know them.
How they are implanted into my memories, withholding my escape.
You too described my eyes as being beautiful,
but perhaps you saw them as easy, or temporary,
all the while knowing you would not be the one to tell me so,
for I am a ‘smart girl’, one of my traits which are admirable to you.
All I want, all I need,
is for you to see me. Notice me,
because I need to tell you that you were right. I am a smart girl.
Although I doubt you seek my affirmation for your righteousness.
I am a smart girl.
Smart enough to understand why you left.
And I want to capture your eyes of green one last time
so you can see the fire within mine.