Under its canopy

It's feeling despair

Under its canopy

It wishes it was there

Playing with the others

Talking with the Sun

Being social

Seeing things

But underneath its canopy

It's cut off from the world

In its little room

Alone, quietly

But what it doesn't know

All the others wish they could be it

With its flowing canopy

Full of serenity

Peaceful like a breeze

Sleeping, listening, being beautiful

It knows the others are there

Talking with each other

But can't talk to it

Maybe they hate me

Maybe they think I'm dumb

Maybe they would talk to me

If I had a voice

But I haven't talked in so long

I don't know if I can

Underneath my canopy

I felt so alone

I've stopped talking,

Sharing things with anyone