Under The Trees

Out there…  
I’m in another world,  
One that I formed in my mind,  
Here in this world,  
Worries float away with every mile I hike…  
Here in the breeze,  
I’m free,  
Nothing blocking me…  
Nothing in the way…  
Nothing but the trees…  
Nothing but the bees,  
And the sun High above me.  
In the peaceful air,  
I listen to the nature around me,  
In my peaceful bliss,  
I take a moment &  
I am reminded…  
To thank the Sun,  
For rising everyday
and shining down on me.  
And to thank the trees,  
For all their assistance in helping us to breathe,  
And then I wonder if they all weep,  
From the destruction we as Humans keep bringing.  
Out here, sometimes I pause  
Just to be in sync,  
To feel Oya in the breeze,  
Whipping gently around me.  
Out here, I’m in tune,  
One of the few places I feel at home,  
Out here, there’s nothing to do,  
No worldly things to stress about…  
Here, there’s only me,  
The woman who appreciates every leaf,  
Who listens intently  
While the birds sing to me…  
The woman leaving the offerings beneath the greatest trees.  
Closest to God is where you can find me…  
My own personal escape from all insanity.