Simple

A breeze and a lonely tree,

I sit here and think:

“Am I truly free?”

The seed under the mountain,

I choose to stay.

Life holds purpose,

perhaps among the trees

or the listless shore.

Alive I am, though one day I shall die.

Winds to dance with the midnight sun,

a quest to fuel the why.

’Tis not always as the waves of the sea.

Feel the wind, feel the spirit,

feel the light to be free.

A love unhinged beyond the dust.

It’s simple with a loving trust.