Illusion

The colors around her are vivid and refined,
But she can only see in black in white.
To her it is like having a pair of wings,
But not having the ability to fly.

Her heavy thoughts burden her complex mind,
Making every beautiful thing around her seem obsolete.
The feelings suppressed deep inside her are stressed,
Making the air she breathes in stale and treacherous.

How can a complex thought make everything else suffer with her?
The birds singing happily, the autumn leaves blowing in the wind,
The beautiful sun cascading in the sky and creating a canvas-like sunset.....
It is all an illusion to her.

But she is not convinced and satisfied,
Provoking the natural images surrounding her.
She reaches her hand out in compliance,
And yet a delicate butterfly lands on her finger.

Feeling revived by this beautiful sight,
The light breeze blows softly against her face.
She can finally see the flamboyant, complex colors of the butterfly,
Seeing the smile on her beautiful face, it flies away.