The already yellow leaves catch fire as the glowing sun sets out by the water

The lake, once completely blue, is now tinted with gold

The fluffy clouds overhead and the ducks swimming in formation down below

Are enough to bring tears to a person’s eyes

But not mine

Never mine

Trees can’t cry

Not even willows

We don’t have hearts, but we have feelings

We don’t have eyes, but we can see clearly

Some say we are magic

And it’s true, in a way

Except they have the same magic; they share the same gift

The ability to see and feel and listen

Even the ones who are blind and deaf

The ability to notice and appreciate every small thing in life

This ability though...it’s not as common as it used to be

In humans, I mean

You want to know the reason why I can’t cry?

Maybe it’s because I choose not to

I’d rather laugh and smile

Wouldn’t you?