For therapy, I found a place,
and that is all that's needed. Woods
provide a soothing face - and should
I need a quiet patch of peace,
I'll find it where I'm bound to. Trees
are goddesses of a Walden
kind of dwelling. In the forest
light is light, dark is dark, cycles
are the cycles of becoming.

Shh. My thicket is thick with it.
So I pick all the lower leaves
from the younger sapling trees
(barely inches above the ground)
so they shall grow before the rest.
And when I come back in summer
to treat my soul, I'll look for where
the trees are tall, and leafless too,
and that is where I'll find the truth.