Calm and peaceful,
Unaffected by the rest of the world.
Deep and full,
Holding stories so old.
Nobody sees,
This is my comfort.
Nobody knows,
This is my secret.
The trees whisper,
Alone in the silence.
Not a bother,
Not a nuisance.
They know,
Only them.
As I grow,
Always them.
My hopes, my dreams,
My aspirations.
My wants, my needs,
My emotions.
Then the branches crack,
And I hear the voices.
Then I look back,
And I regain my senses.
My time is up,
So is my peace.
I have to get up,
I have to leave.
Back to reality,
Back to pressures.
Back to normality,
Back to facades.
I will be back,
To find that peace.
I will come back,
Back to the trees.
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