full of nature
surround me with their silence.
How peaceful it is
to wander freely
amongst the dense emerald enclaves.
My thoughts drift
across the sky of my mind
like the cirrus clouds above.
Clutter drips from my brain
as drops fall from moist treetops,
as mud envelops my path.
If only everyday were like this.
If only my mind was always free.
By Senan Tuohy-Hamill