Nature

I want to disappear, fade out to black

To become one with nature

The calm, the tranquility, the comfort

I want to be lost, hidden in the trees

To be the dirt you trample, the frigid air you breath

I want to be natural, pure, happy

I curl and unfold in the blankets of earth, beads of tears and dew both

I bend and break like snapping twigs

And hope some day that the helpful will no longer be hindered