Q

The forest expands around me

And I feel clean

I’m taking the trash out

I believe

A bit of faith

Hope and desire

Over the brim

Avoiding the mire

Dear sweet butterfly

Not part of our rat race

A hornet skims right pass me

A close shave

I am stung

by the beauty of these surroundings

Its potion rids me of life’s pain

A warm blanket of solace

Falls over me

Exploding blight untamed

I don’t want to head home

I don’t want to head home

I plead to forever remain