Roaming through the seasons of time,
desperately searching to find the
way,
pondering many reasons of the mind,
waking to start, yet another new
day.
In this world, we just don’t
understand,
begotten souls lingering in the lost
city,
blinded to a life that could be so
grand,
wandering endlessly filled with
self-pity.
If only, one could stop, listen, and
feel,
the essence of nature, which
surrounds,
it is the first step in the process
to heal,
for mystical wonders will surely
astound.
From the endless skies of radiant
blue,
to the soft moist grass, tall and so
green,
where gentle hearts share love so
true,
to the air that smells so fresh and
clean.
Born in darkness, bewildered since
birth,
survival is an act we must each
discover,
in our own way, traveling upon this
earth,
peace and contentment will be
uncovered.