It is not easy to see
or to remember,
how the day I sat under a tree,
it gave decent shade to me…
It is not easy to know,
that beautiful day,
how a spot by the lake,
was calming in every way…
It is a beautiful thing,
when instead of the sound of the alarm,
it was the sound of a bird
that made me feel so warm…
When all else fails
to be understood,
things like trees, and butterflies,
tell a beautiful tale, touch wood