I look out and I see a tree

The tree looks out and sees me

I wonder about the tree

I wonder if the tree wonders about me

The birds sing

The grass grows

The flowers bloom

The river flows

These are the beauties of life

Life is in itself a beautiful thing

Experiences of a lifetime

Are lived by those bound by the life ring

This stirs my heart

My heart stirs my soul

My soul stirs my hands

My hands stir my bowl

My bowl of words

Mixed with hopefulness

By myself I thrive

And also die through loneliness

But that tree

All alone

Stands tall

It is its own

The tree comforts me

And sends me on my way

Reminding me to love myself

And helping me towards the next day

-Horsejoy