Between the trees
Is where i get lost.
Willow and thorny locust.
Juniper, Oak and cinder,
They give such a peaceful happiness.
Hints of delight.
They rescue me daily.
They keep me so far away from myself.
I walk slowly amoung them,
Penetrating deeps into the woods.
Amoung the rustling leaves of trees,
Is where i get lost.
The world of agony is hitting me hard.
But the...