The Trees

The trees don’t care
If I run through them stark naked
With my arse all bare

The trees just smile
When I continue walking all day
For far too many a mile

The trees never mind
When I hide in the woods
Because the world’s so unkind

The trees share the breeze
When my soul is undone
And I’m needing some ease

The trees are a balm
In the turbulence of life
My place of assured calm

The trees are my rest
When all energies gone
Sharing with me their healing solace

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