Quite peace I greet

The river flows with the sun's ever-glistening shine. Guiding me through these ancient pines.

Towards a towering tree, its bark rough beneath my hand, I listen to the whispers of nature's command.

Spirits of the forest come out to play,Serenading me, begging me—it's hard to keep them at bay.

I long to run, to soar, to be free.The winds bite, the earth at my feet—its my mental plea.

My breath is quick as I rest at the tree's feet.Eyes upward, I release—a quiet peace I greet.

-J . A