Mirage

Every morning after waking up in my drey I look at the walnut tree. Every morning I spend some time just looking and it. And every morning it looks different. I cannot help but ask myself why. Is it the weather? 

Of course things look different on a grey and rainy day than on a sunny day when the sky is blue. The light is different. 

Of course trees look different in spring when they are blossoming - and in summer when they are shining in lime-green and the leaves are illuminated by the sun. In autumn a tree is colourful and shows off with its yellow and red leaves that fall down and form a soft carpet on the ground. And in winter a tree is either white and full of snow or grey on a rainy day. 

But that is not it. I feel like I see things differently depending on my mood. It is as if I wake up with a different pair of eyes every morning, because someone changed my eyes while I was sleeping. I wonder which appearence of my surroundings is real. Do things change all the time or does our perception change? Can we see the truth of every tiny organism and object or do we merely see a mirage every day that our mind is making up to play tricks on us? 

Does my walnut tree even exist? And if yes, how is it? What is the actual truth of it? And will I ever be able to see it? Or am I part of the mirage and I am something different...maybe I myself am the tree. The tree that changes its colours and shape every day, that is part of the illusion that is the world. And that may or may not exist. To me, to you, to all of us.