An afternoon spent beneath the trees.
Perhaps one of the last before winter really hits.
Mourning the dead and those who forget to really live.
Wanting those old trees to capture me and hide me away...
for their roots to surround my body and to simply be, enclosing me.
To simply be hidden from the worries this world brings...
of the future. Of the past. And from time to time, of the present.
My mind rests on the Calmer of all worries...
the Ultimate Planner, the One who determines my steps.
It is He who knows my path before it is set before me.
And it is He who I can trust to bring me back
to His heart every time I begin to stray.
