Collection of Mystical Poetry

The Day I Sat Under the Tree

I can still remember clearly

The day I sat under the tree

And where nothing was dark

Inside this wholesome park

I can still feel its trunk

And the bark against my back

And my mind that sunk

Inside a hole made of black

I could feel the fresh presence of the air

Which was slowly dancing with my hair

And the sound of this beautiful breeze

Accompanying me with so much ease

And I fell asleep here

Under this protecting tree

For all that I could hear

Was the silence of the wind