I sit by my window, hair in a twist, draped in oversized clothing.
I stop and notice my surroundings.

They seem to only be surroundings, until a wind throws them all into a vigorous motion.
The trees flow forward and back I feel them inside of me.

Back and forth, back and forth.

A force of nature acting upon nature.
Oh the simplicity.

I reflect on my own life's nature.
The fabrication of routine,
the oh so un-natural,

Back and forth.

I move in silence.
I am a continuous place (being), where there is no end, nor beginning.
No stop, no go.
Not a single sign of natural flow.

Why can't I be like the trees?
Stand tall and secure, despite being rattled.
Over and over again.
Against all they do not fall.

I can feel them inside of me.
Back and forth.