All I see are trees,
The browns and the greens,
The roots under ground, hold them firm.
I still have so much to learn.
On the road I see snow.
The mountains in the winter, do get cold.
Zero or below,
My body shivers, so much my bones begin to quiver.
To find my center, I enter,
A meditative state.
It’ll help my waves flow much more straight.
Better, late than never
Forever, I do endeavor
A better feeling, releasing thought
The weight lifted,
Strong and gifted,
Life’s picture to be depicted
Beautiful art, life is exquisite.