I Sit Here Thinking

Deep within the trees

Surrounded by the leaves,

I sit here thinking

And the breeze brings me peace.


The world insists I move,

To return to the city

with the stresses manifested,

But still I sit here thinking.


Thinking of the world,

The mother not of greed.

Thinking of the tiny little worlds

I’ll never get to see.


The one within a log

Or the one within the sea,

Of some I do get glimpses

If only for a second.


But if I sit for long enough 

More glimpses come to me.


The wildlife accepts me,

I am not a threat.

The trees grow around me

And encourage me to stay.


The world continues on,

But here I cannot tell. 

The wind and leaves a barrier

So the world to me remains.


So still I sit here thinking 

Of The peace one might discover. 

Forever I’ll sit thinking, 

Hidden within the trees.

 

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