Here I am again, br staring into the willows, br wishing I were like a tree. br A light breeze would blow br swiftly through my limbs. br Nature scents of rain and br a soiled ground below...but br I could not run to clean, br as the winds now whips br through me tossing br my branches effortlessly br to and fro... br Scattered leaves would br lie beneath my torso, br yet I would Stand Strong. br My roots would nurture, br grounding me securely, br into one peaceful place. br I'd have freedom to just be. br Then, I'd be a part of nature. br So there would be nowhere br I'd need to go...and... br no where I'd need to be. br I need not go anywhere. br I need not do anything. br br br Written on March 4th 2008.