Trees brustle around me, surrounding me with a joyful noise.
With a warm embrace, the ground welcomes me;
creating space for the animals that roam among me.
While viewing this heaven, the what if’s roll:
How lovely would it be if shots fired could be the sound of leaves;
If the smell of crimson red was certainly the scent of green;
If only the sight of powdered poison injected was seen as bees pollinating flowers.
But these thoughts are merely dreams;
A vision of what I desire most;
A vision of what I need.
But here, it is chaos.
Where hurt flows through streams;
Begging me to swim gently about,
To bask in its energy.
In this state of mind, I refuse to follow.
Bringing peace in simple feats,
I know where my heart lies
In the arms of simplicity, where nature stands, my safe haven.