I love the way the leaves shake in the wind.
Almost like tiny little whispered claps in the distance, cheering me on.
Saying, "keep going."

I love the way the twigs rub against each other
Singing nature's tunes like a bow on violen strings.

The sun melting away the cold dark loneliness that had casted itself over my soul.

The ground, hard and firm and warm
Reminds me that mother Earth still has me even if no one else does.

I said, "go **** yourself,"
But really my soul was trying to say, "go find yourself."

Where is my hippie soul?
Who preaches peace in every scenario.
Who loves with no limits
Or conditions.

Fighting the good fight.

He'll lay against the grass and scry the clouds with me.
Positioning flowers in my hair
To make a colorful arrangement.

His gypsy soul never settling down.

His eyes never leaving the stars.
I almost want him to love them
More than me.

Finding passion amongst the trees.

Look for me.

I'm twirling in between the trunks
And if you stare just long enough
You'll see me dancing with them.

Shaking the leaves
As the Earth
Makes love with me.