daydreaming
listening to the rattling of the leaves
soft whispers of the breeze
passing by a pine every few minutes
i feel a sense of longing
i smile at each one
saying "hello, old friend" with every smirk
"good to see you again."

the wind picks up
a crescendo
i hear the forest sing like a choir
i feel hope in the pit of my stomach
nature talks to me in that way
"i see you. i hear you, little one.
you'll be just fine."

i dont find meaning or purpose
walking on a windy trail
but i always find hope