Out to Find a Tree The smell of summer was strong in the air, As I continued my journey to a place never there. The clouds were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, A soft purplish white color they were; looking all royal and keen. Though sunny it was somehow rain managed to fall, And on I walked not being bothered much at all. I passed other people though they seemed few, I passed many an object, trying to find something who knew. It made me feel depressed that no tree could be found, Out in the middle of suburbia nothing was around. The houses looked the same just two feet apart, I felt not welcome here, even from the start. The sky was now full of dark clouds and harder the rain did fall, With no trees there was no cover, no way to keep dry at all. Through a window a young girl was staring out at me, What was going through her mind I strangely could see. By the way she looked at me I could tell, That she was sensitive, praying that I was well. By her longing expression I could see, That she would rather be cold, out here with me. To see the world so badly she wanted to, To run outside and start was all she had to do. I was much like that girl, her feelings were being shown, Though out in the world I was, I felt so mournfully alone. I wanted to go home, with friends I wanted to be, I could learn as much from them, as I could from a tree. I could not come to the place never there, And how I would get home, I didn’t care. For I did not find something to replace the tree, All I could do now was live, for all I have is me. Then it hit me that I could learn more by just living, Knowledge and wisdom life is always giving. Then my mind cleared and obvious it became, That at the end of my journey nothing was the same. I had started out trying to find a tree, But in the end, I had found more, I had found me.Birth sign: Cancer
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