I sit and wait
wait for what?
for inspiration that's what
but why wait
it's already here
there is no magic formula
and as I sit huddled
on fallen tree trunks
I spy swept away leaves
scurrying like little mice
the collective roar
of many trees, young and old
the creaks, the rustling
as they mingle together
bending and swaying
gracefully acknowledging eachother
on their journey of growth
to heaven