Wander
It’s a beautiful thing
Rocks under my hands
Leaves under my feet
The world is alive,
And I am too.
Into the woods
Lost among the trees,
Older and wiser,
They take me in and
I can breathe again.
I am not afraid
Protect myself no longer
I return laughing,
Resurface as I truly am.
The bruises from daily life
Seem not to sting so badly
Anymore.
Fully healed
The trees then open
To share their perspective
To teach me
What is true.
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 11:27 AM UTC
Wander
It’s a beautiful thing
Rocks under my hands
Leaves under my feet
The world is alive,
And I am too.
Into the woods
Lost among the trees,
Older and wiser,
They take me in and
I can breathe again.
I am not afraid
Protect myself no longer
I return laughing,
Resurface as I truly am.
The bruises from daily life
Seem not to sting so badly
Anymore.
Fully healed
The trees then open
To share their perspective
To teach me
What is true.
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