Misinterpretation of a Written Line

Each line I write was given the sense of beauty

It was seen as a crisp distinction between one language to another

Translation from mine to yours

It is not the words we share that make it beautiful

It is not the words we send or receive

It is the silence we share when we say nought-a-word

With every language known to man there is still one language we all understand

Whether you are lost

500 feet underneath the ground

You'll find that one thing everyone will understand

The shape of something that looks nothing like the real thing

The colour of not the muscle but the liquid running through it

Learning the hard way makes you understand things a lot better

Following the route will only get you so far and so near

Seeing as the leaves fall and the tree grow small

We all follow the weather and cover up that we expose

Flesh and bone become undiscovered once again yet eyes will follow

The leopard skin only show the shapes and the zebra stripe uncovers the mind

Simple as black and white

Sophisticated as the monochrome colour

Intimidated at the same time

Not a second passes without the thought of something instigated by the minds eye

It is just nature to do so

It is not who you are

It is what you are and we are only human

With second thoughts hovering around the brain

Tension rises and anxiety build but what I see is simple beauty in nature

The tree that once grew out with leaves falling each Autumn is also the tree I sat under

The same tree we share together

Not just two people but more so

Each person we know

Each person we meet

Each person we make eye contact with

And each person we share a special moment with

The place is not important

We are as much in heaven as we are in hell

But here is where we can compromise

We will join and we all stand to say what we want

But I will stand and simply smile

Because I would not have the words in me to say anything right