City or Wilds?
Sitting under a solitary tree watching a forest ahead,
Believing in the shades of this ‘one’ against canopy those woods made.
What’s stopping me? Fear of unknown
Or, blanket of the trust worn?
Rise up, open your eyes
Ones, lost in the mystery of wilds.
You laughing shouting crying creature,
Sit a while with yourself
Enjoy serenity of nature
Making some peace with thyself.
Those standing alone in the crowd,
All have a story to cry out loud.
Liking rains more than sun-shines,
Interested in drones more than bee hives.
Terrified by the depth of forest,
Wishing to hide safely in my closet.
Feeling amazingly care free.
-Written under a solitary tree :)