Trees and soil

I thought I saw you once, it was someone who wore green pants and an orange top, very earthy. But I guess it wasn't you. That's okay though, 'cause if I saw you now I think I'd dismiss you anyway. I might fear the interruption, because it would be an interruption to my world. I look forward to when it is you I see, even if I'm not ready now. It's not as if being ready has anything to do with it anyway, nor that being ready for you is something I can be. You will enter the room, and after some time of being polite and respecting the current set up of furniture you will begin to question the room, 'do you think a better place for that plant could be below the window?' Before I know it we'll be moving couches together, 'that works better there' and 'how about this here?' After which, I'll be living in a brighter, more open and welcoming room. Now I do wish it was you in the green pants and orange top.