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.