A tree, yes I sat next to this tree,
in deep thought of mind,
I just sat and wandered off in time.
There I was, just me and the tree,
the birds and the squirrels who ran free.
Must be nice to run free.
Free as the wind, floating like a leaf
in flight, caught under a strong uplift.
As my vision focused into the horizon,
I noticed hardly nothing coming over.
My vision was of a blank stare,
My mind was also there.
For minutes I just sat, forgot about time,
forgot about life, is there a heart beat,
am I breathing air, do I feel the wind?
An acorn landed on my roof,
I picked it up and wondered, what type of
tree would you be, what type of seed did
I come from? Back to life I popped,
my last thought stressful in illusion,
only adding to my lifes confusion.
I should not judge myself by the tree
I fell from. I focused back to nothing,
knowing that my mind wanted to rest,
thinking of things only bring
stress, so do I blank my mind again?
Yes, there is comfort in a blank, like a
numbing effect, so I close my heart down,
shorten my breath, lock my mind.
Forget life for now, three acorns hit my
roof, I rise and then go home.
Maybe I'll pick a better spot next time,
no acorns, yes, I loved the tree, no acorns
though. Just a tree with nothing falling. I
kept an acorn, held it for awhile walking
home. Then I threw it in the pond, along with
it everything negative it aroused.
Just an acorn,
a reminder of