Here I am again, <br />staring into the willows, <br />wishing I were like a tree. <br />A light breeze would blow <br />swiftly through my limbs. <br />Nature scents of rain and <br />a soiled ground below...but <br />I could not run to clean, <br />as the winds now whips <br />through me tossing <br />my branches effortlessly <br />to and fro... <br />Scattered leaves would <br />lie beneath my torso, <br />yet I would Stand Strong. <br />My roots would nurture, <br />grounding me securely, <br />into one peaceful place. <br />I'd have freedom to just be. <br />Then, I'd be a part of nature. <br />So there would be nowhere <br />I'd need to go...and... <br />no where I'd need to be. <br />I need not go anywhere. <br />I need not do anything. <br /> <br /> <br />Written on March 4th 2008.<br /><br />Shelley L Baxter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-a-feeling-2/
