Trees
Trees come in forms both tall and short
Rooted where they stand
Each day they have the same view
Of the world and its busy inhabitants below
Like a mother's embrace for her child,
The leaves of the tall redwood look down and smiles
There the redwood sees a girl lying in the forest
On a hammock is where she rests
It matters not what she thinks of
But of where her imagination will take her
Her thoughts were scooped up by the falling of its leaves
And were blown away to Neverland and back
"Time to go," the world says, "hurry up. Rush, rush, rush."
But the girl doesn't move, she simply rests
She knows she's calm and knows she's at peace
This is where she's home at last