" .. are you looking?" the sun asks the trees

The amber golden light on the evergreens, the sunlight making the leaves their muse, somehow saying..

"i wish i could be more like you, 

you reflect the best in me .. sometimes. 

in this way you don't hurt, 

only heal the broken, 

i wish i could touch the foliage all year round. 

i hide half the year because i'm afraid you don't love me back, 

that you'll say i'm not 'down to earth' enough for you. 

i am only able to make my sunset move, 

to dazzle you, 

right as i'm about to go, 

to leave you till another day. 

show you my 'good side', 

just as i walk away. 

i won't turn around to see if you are looking ..

 .. are you looking?"