If I could sit among the trees,
I really think I would.
Enjoy the breeze that gentle thing
where the bark and branches stood.

I don't know where I'll go today,
but I don't mind a bit,
I think I'll ponder to myself,
and right here is where I'll sit.

Until then I shall move not,
no rush or place to be,
no one to call out my name
no humans left to see.

I'll drift away in mind and thought,
allow the rythme to take me there,
no focus point or book to read
just a thousand yard blank stare.

I look into an endless blur,
of black, browns and greens,
in hopes that one long thinking day
I'll discover the unseen.

A voice may beckon up above,
and give me word or prayer,
but till the day I hear that cry,
I think I'll sit right here.