Quiet days

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