It was just me and the trees

The rain came down as I was on my knees

I touched the moss beneath me, soft and thick

I’m tired of my mind being sick

Why am I happiest alone?

In solitude away from my phone

Why do I build these walls?

Of trees and waterfalls

I think I was made to become forest lore

My soul doesn’t want this life anymore

I think that’s why I’ve been ill

Begging for a truth I haven’t lived still

I have to keep going

Or the illness will keep showing