Long ago, I left the city.
I searched for a home to love.
I found a deserted corner far away.
I have let my tiny forest grow.
I want to know the sounds around me.
My wooded range has many mysteries.
I need to learn natural wisdom.
Can I be relevant and contribute more?
The oaks and maples grow taller.
My tiny results have made me humble.
W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden
Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb
© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Angeles Forest Highway. By Patrick [Image license]
