When open spaces and trees are all I need,
as wind gusts rock the branch I sit upon.
The city below seems to be murky but the green deem it the elegance I need
to appreciate even the unpleasing parts of my surroundings.
Making room to accept them all as apart of me,
even the ugly.
I agree to love it all as beauty...
Ironically...
Now is when everything becomes so lovely!
