Yesterday I painted a tree

Yesterday I painted a tree,
You can guess what colour it would be.
I put some blue, some brown and red;
"It's not real!" Is that what you said?
Oh come up here and see!
How real the coulours can be!
The world's not what we get to see,
It's exactly the way we want to see.
Like now that you cry when you think of me,
And drown your eyes and set me free,
I feel your sorrow but I'm so very happy
Because it starts raining so beautifully.
I feel that I did not leave you today,
And that we both are still in our foray
Holding hands and treading slow
As if time haad stopped not willing to flow.
It's not what we thought it would be, heaven.
You'll get to live in the world you believe in.
We have our house, our garden and swing.
I'm waiting to see what else you'll bring.
No, come no soon for I want you to live.
I'll need some time in order to give,
More colours to dreamed-of-house up here
So that you don't miss colours, I left back there.
Yesterday I had painted a tree,
The colours there were so very free.
They flew and the flew and they did not merge,
But each took a form like tunes in a dirge.
I did not think it would find a place here,
But I'm waiting to see the look that you'll bear,
Once you look at my painted tree,
And find the peace you always looked in me.