The view is always better on the other side

Words on becoming a foreigner in one's country

And as we walk
these muddy roads
sorrounded by 
colors
creatures
birds
sharing their minds out
with the visitors who've come to their 
home
I see mountains, too
of endless 
sizes
The sun almost touches my bones
except 
the green giants
around me don't allow it
to pass through
I feel bliss
I feel home
I feel green
and right there
I hear a voice by my side
"It's a nice walk, but there's not much of a view"
And that's when I realize 
leaving home for 8 years
has given me the eyes to see
the mouth to taste
the ears to hear
what those who've stayed
cannot
anymore