I go to trees
When I need pruning
Inner weeds are growing
And I could do with some trimming
When thoughts are a little heavy
Shade my identity
Parts are whining
Need strengthening
I take myself to the forest for the night
Somehow she makes it alright
I lie in my hammock
She does her magic
Sets me in the morning
Reorganizing
With new openings
And a little warning
It will take 3 days to set in
where I could cough, cry
Experience discomforts
Small adjustments for larger reinforcements
The forest has been gardening
Gracing me with a little turbulence
Each time I need resetting
Remember it’s all part of growing