My thoughts worry I don't feel good today
My nerves are on edge, and my soul feels rankled
It's a beautiful sunny day, and I can't get in tune
It just makes my foul mood stark in comparison
Alcatraz, except my prison is of the mind
my failures evident I feel my limitations
Anxiety builds; I have not learned to cope
Burying my feelings causes a great disconnect
where I can only watch on from the sidelines
as others enjoy themselves
sighing and groaning within to connect with nature
my soul searches for a way in
it is always the trees they held me as a babe
when i was child
their mighty boughs supported me
and intimidated anyone who thought to climb them
with angry intent
they listen to me quietly daydream
and considered me one of their own
They would say litte tree, you are mortal now
go out into the world and tell of the language of trees
my heart lament I couldn't stay hidden among their leaves
so here I am today, feeling discontent with my humanity
but I can hear them creek whispering to me hope
They watch over the house and me with it
lending me strength it always been so
keepers of great wisdom
chronicling history they keep my secrets
and admonish me, little tree
even a book remembers being a tree
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a poem about how trees have always helped with my anxiety...

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Love this. Trees speak to my spirit as well. A reliable grounding force.
I dug this vibe thru and thru. Thx for posting, Brenda
It’s a good start for an ordinary Tuesday
hello dearest Naajir thank you for feeling me on this write yes trees with their stoic knowledge calm I deeply appreciate your thoughts 💕
Powerful and poignant. Tremendous work.
thank you graciously dearest Thomas I appreciate your thoughts 💕
Nature helps so much more with our issues then medicine or people trying to figure out our problems. I’ll see you in the woods my friend. Love this poem. xo
thank you graciously dearest Keith I love nature 💕