My nature stems from Trees
In these four walls
I feel restless
My eyes wander
Seeking, yet pause
Spotting my muse
Billowing in the wind
These dancing talls
Rhythmically
They catch my focus
Soon my body falls
Into sync with it’s vitality
I go outside
Following its calls
I sit underneath these woody greenery
Their beauty stretches
Close to where the windfalls
My air flows smoothly
Reminding me of gratitude
To all my spirituals
I feel renewed
Ready to write again
I go back to those four walls
This poem is about:
Me