Sometimes, I look to the towering trees,
And from the clear, cool depths of my weary soul,
I wish. I wish,
And hope that one day,
I might be like the lofty tree,
Only dependent upon nature for sustenance.

Or maybe, if not the trees,
Perhaps the wild horses that gallop
Freely wherever they please to go.
With their heart's desire as the only guiding force,
These creatures live life with a clear mind,
And a clean conscious.

I look to the innumerable stars,
And fear, hope, and dream.

* I wish.