In The Wild

Beneath the branches of an old oak tree,

the Autumn breeze gushes wild and free.

Falling leaves gentle on the ground,

and something lost in me is found.

Birds cheep with such delight,

they echo joy in morning bright.

The wild red fox with patient grace,

finds stillness held in a human place.

Squirrels pacing up and down,

found a nut without a sound.

Like a prayer, silence clear,

nature says, "hush, I am here."

Trade the noise and seek within,

for in the wild my life begins.