Star
To you it may just glitter,
Or a little star of rhyme.
To me it is far destined, hope
In the journey of darkness.

Tree
To you it may just flutter,
Rustle, all are just another oak.
To me it is the source to refresh,
In the dry days of loneliness.

Cloud
To you it may just hover,
In the sky, to rain or smoke.
To me it is the blob of joy,
Every expression shaped in sky.

Love
To you it may just be another,
Blind or first sight, unaware.
To me it is the only star, tree, cloud,
Though delicate yet strong, Infinite Irony :).