In the place of tall trees

I go walking

Bird song rises

Human sounds fade

One or two dog wanderers quiet smiling

Calm passages

Light flicks between flutter leaves

There’s a chair been delivered by someone

maybe needing a place sometimes to go

maybe needing away from their chaotic all

Maybe they close their eyes here and listen

simmer runaway minds and just hum

The world is abundant

All is possible

There’s joy of life and there’s beauty

There’s danger threat and fear

The world can feel so heavy

Humanity’s suffering is everywhere plenty

Some of us find less Lonesome in here🪶