Copyright 2015

By Felina Silver Robinson

A walk deep in the woods

To empty my head

Filled with the day’s voices

That had too much to say

There’s no time to think

Or question why

Always doing

Without breathing

Chances taken

Full of risks

No precautions

I just can’t sit

The smell of pine cones tickle my nose

While wood chips crunch beneath my feet

The bird’s sweet song bring me great focus

To put all things back in prospective

Now once again I’ve found focus

And calmly return

To conquer

The remains of the day