This bleak, overcast sky
holds in it a well of condensing energy;
similar to the way one calms down in their deepest despair.

The wind rages with no destination;
it is carried only by what is left behind,
and falls ahead,
flowing blissfully with a current.

The trees have no care;
they thrive off the land and the sky,
the sun blanketing them in warmth
and feeding them to elicit growth.

The animals frolic
back and forth in repetition
only with their most primal desires.

It is only we humans
who concern ourselves
with personal desire and want;
that will be our downfall.

Sometimes,
to simply stop living a fast paced,
reward induced existence
and pay attention to nature
is to realize the value
of forgetting what is
and allowing yourself to simply be.

This is my safe place.