The Tree - Kaleb Wilson

Bronson Green

The Tree
Kaleb Wilson

The tree begins to sway back and forth to a rhythmic pattern that matches the wind kissing my cheek.

The sun is peering through the leaves to keep me at a comfortable temperature.

It is ever so inviting here, were I am.

I hear the birds and the trees, but that is all.

I am completely deaf to the world in its entirety.

Here I lay, warm, relaxed and oh so comfortable in a bed of grass that holds me in contentment, for as long as I wish.

For an instant in happiness is worth an eternity.