Nature

With roots as deep as the branches are steep Growing ever towards sunlight Trees often appear still, though never sleep Striving for life a never ending fight Silence is keeper of the trees always present sheperding new seeds Into the world of gentle beginnings and a warm breeze beauty present in all things, from flowers to weeds Sunlght trickles down onto the forest floor warm as molten stone, bright as fires touch wealth has no place, for here all things are poor nothing is so quiet and still saying so much trapped in this building of stone is me staring out the window of this class thinking how much simpler life would be if i were but a blade of grass...