Some days, I find, it all goes wrong;

a screeching sound in my life song.

The morning starts with stress and pain;

I feel like there is nought to gain.

The day flows on with nothing right;

my inner mind in fight or flight.

It is those days I need a tree;

someone whose power I can see.

To hug a tree, if nothing more’s;

a soothing balm for this days sores.