Tree Hugging Time

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.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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