Outside, at the end of the driveway,

A small cluster of trees

Shades me as bursts of euphoria

Erupt, in time with the chorus.

Gentle breeze, painted sky,

Enlightenment of purpose is met

With lyrics in which I am so fond.

I can almost see myself from the tips

Of the leaves,

And feel my breath as I rustle.

My chest moves in time with the beat,

And I'm getting lost in thought,

Lost in the complex melodies,

Wishing it could be like this

Forever, or at least

A little while longer.

As I hear the birdsong and the

Whispers of the trees,

I realize that I am alive,

But only for

A little while longer.

But these moments,

I can express, I can feel, I can live

In these moments.

Isn't that the point?