Forest Found

A poem

Photo by Sebastian Unrau on Unsplash

The sound of car horns and tires
pounds in my head again.
A world of concrete around me.
I can feel the stress building
in my chest,
in my head,
in my mind.
I can’t think anymore.
Everything bores me.
Nothing makes me feel much.

Finally, the day is done.
I can take a walk
in the trees,
smell the air
and the wind
carrying changing leaves.
Everything is peaceful again.
My heart is calmer,
my breaths are deeper.
The sound of the stream
is my background noise.
I’m exactly where
I need to be.