“Look over there,
That tree’s all alone.”
The others must think that
she thinks she’s outgrown.

“Not like us”, they think
but do not dare say.

I stand in my roots
And feel quite like the tree
Advanced in my ways
and unlike the rest green.

“It’s like me”, I think
but do not dare say.

They are all green.
I am bright red.
I stand out alone,
against their green layer.

“Not like they”, I do know,
but red was green yesterday.

(There was this lone red tree at the soccer field and it fit so well with how I was feeling that day – just different from everyone around me – But, look at how beautiful that different tree was, couldn’t I be the same?)