I am so stressed and hurt
There's always something
A problem that lurks
A time where
The numb gray that pierces
My heart, it turns to
A viscous charcoal
Clawing out my guts
I am so stressed and hurt
Yet when i take a step outside
Put one foot in front of the other
All the way to the forest
I can sit with
A book or a pencil or paints
No worry in the world as
I watch the birds and bugs
I am so stressed and hurt
But under the trees
Surrounded by flowers
There is nothing
All worries melt under the sun
Pain is washed away
By the trickling creek
I am safe in the forest
