Concrete to his back a field lined with trees to his front
The wind in his face and peace in his heart
The leaves dance on the murmuring kisses the breeze provides
Pessimistic eyes scour the sky as if on a hunt
Searching for a flaw that will allow him to tear it all apart
But if there were one, oh how well it hides
The grass tickles his feet as the sun embraces his soul
The air elegantly fills his lungs with small particles of hope
The bed he managed to escape from has lost its appeal
Pain and misery step off the stage as they fulfilled their role
It’s peace and serenity’s turn, which will allow him to cope
The healing powers of nature are real
Look through the leaves to see the sun smile at you
Breathe in the freshness that made its way through
Run your fingers across the bark and see the rough edges of life
Find the dark, white, gold and silver linings on the clouds of strive
Paint your pain on the azure canvas that’s framed by the trees
See your life reflected in the beads of water of rain passed
Clinging to each leaf as a baby would its parent
This is the power of life
