I have no competition today,

Just you and me, Forest, I quietly say.

I tell the trees my problems and dreams,

They whisper back in peaceful scenes.

Solace includes the sun and sky.

I tell them both the truth, and sigh.

The firs reach out to brush my cheek–

Soft arms comfort; in the breeze, they speak.

Alone is where I need to be.

We understand it, the trees and me.

Beneath the lone pine

Alone, I am fine.

By JB Morris- Poems, Prose, and Possibilities- mostly about life, sometimes about God, with brief interludes concerning shoe addiction.

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