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