I have two eyes on two sides…

Through each eye I see two worlds…

One is warm…

It has a couch…

And a few chairs…

The other world is green…

There is a tree that usually houses birds…

That happily stay within my sight…

The inside world changes just as much as the out…

The leaves on the tree turn yellow…

Then orange and start to fall…

The furniture is re-arranged…

A fire is lit more often…

The old woman who dwells within the inside world Often gazes into my eye…

As if she were looking for something from the Outside…

The outside world looks dead…

All the green is gone…

And the ground is covered with snow…

The inside world is now bare…

Dust and dirt fill my eyes…

And I no longer see…