The Sight of Trees
On the particular peace that arrives in a forest — and the wish to one day share it with someone.
There’s a kind of peace that only certain places can deliver. For me, a lot of those places have trees. This poem came from one of them.
I’ve always loved the sight of trees
And feeling a light breeze behind me
I love their colors, sizes, and shapes
It creates a sense of beauty, in being unique
I love the stillness of nature, yet feeling its existence
With only a bird’s chirping in the distance
I love how we can become one, unified
Like lovers from a past life, reunited
It’s that sense of comfort, that transcends time
It’s that wave of peace, that uplifts your soul
Like letting go of things out of our control
Or knowing when life is giving you a sign
In the forest, I can feel this clarity
I yearn for the day I feel this with someone
I know it’s quite the rarity.
The forest version of yourself is usually the calmest one. Less performance, less need to be anyone in particular. The trees don’t have an opinion about you. The bird doesn’t either.
The closing wish — to feel that clarity with someone — is the rarest one. Most people you meet are still operating in the volume of the city. To find someone whose nervous system can match the forest version of yours is a particular kind of luck. Worth waiting for.
— JTC