Here I am again,
staring into the willows,
wishing I were like a tree.
A light breeze would blow
swiftly through my limbs.
Nature scents of rain and
a soiled ground below...but
I could not run to clean,
as the winds now whips
through me tossing
my branches effortlessly
to and fro...
Scattered leaves would
lie beneath my torso,
yet I would Stand Strong.
My roots would nurture,
grounding me securely,
into one peaceful place.
I'd have freedom to just be.
Then, I'd be a part of nature.
So there would be nowhere
I'd need to go...and...
no where I'd need to be.
I need not go anywhere.
I need not do anything.
Written on March 4th 2008.
Shelley L Baxter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-a-feeling-2/
