Pride

The world is putting pressure on me I can’t hear, I can’t see Time for myself is what I need Some time to think clearly, clairvoyantly To keep me above the tides, for some buoyancy My place is vast and wide I sit there for hours with pride Watching the oak trees sprout from a single seed It keeps away from all the comments, so snide For just a few moments, the mask I wear fell off and died It is my spot that keeps this area alive It is my space that lets this area strive It is my area that makes beauty breed It is my domain that lets the bees live in their hive It is for my forest that the rain will dive Trees brush all around, every shade The leaves twist and twirl and they bade They bade ‘hellos’ and ‘good-byes’ and plead Then, silently, silently, they are laid Only crunching as through them, I wade It’s quiet and carries my dreams Nothing is as it seems The trees don’t trickle sap, they bleed The light refracting off the water, it gleams The creek doesn’t gurgle, it screams It is my region that I can hide under It is my range that people tear asunder It is my location that is born of my creed It is my territory that our open wide with wonders It is for my forest that the storm will thunder All the chaos that was in my mind Is left farther, farther behind Leaving me alone, the thoughts have agreed They are organized and aligned The silence rumbles now, oh so kind It is my place that makes me ignore the comments, so snide It is my forest that makes me glow with pride