the bench
on the path
in the forest
by the grass
is the place
that I've sat
in moments
I thought
might be my last
but the trees
with their rings
that mark the past
remind me
that life
goes by so fast
don't wait
for cues
don't wait
to be asked
hold each moment
take each chance

the vines,
entangled,
and intertwined
showed me
mother nature
is messy
just like my mind
with...