I feel the change,
The air is cooler.
The trees now full grown,
begin their descent into winter.
Leaves cover my toes,
I am surrounded by red, orange and yellow.
I stand alone,
With my fellow trees.
This feels like home,
Feels like where I belong.
I belong among the quiet,
I belong somewhere,
Where I can appreciate –
Truly appreciate –
I feel the sun on my face,
like a warm hand tilting my face upwards.
“Keep your mind on things above…”
I’m distracted in this time of life.
I wish I lived among the trees and the butterflies and the flowers…
I hurt too easily.
I get hurt too easily.
But between the mounds of leaves and buzzing bees,
Everything points me heavenward.