Inhale… exhale… I listen to the sound of the leaves,

Feel the cool, dawn air caress my skin as the sun peeks out from the trees.



I let my mind wander to the thud of boots against damp earth,

There are no enemies here, nothing to detract from my worth.


On this spinning planet, amongst the stars, I find myself fighting,

for justification, filled with frustration, it’s all too easy to feel frightened/

to feel lost and alone in a world with no purpose,

a dead man walking, or is that a disservice?


Yet here amongst nature, this conflict seems to dissipate,

Unfavourable thoughts ricochet like arrows from a breastplate.


Sometimes all I need is the company of trees,

to make me realise the world isn’t as formidable as it seems.



Photography: Edward Hill 


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