I feel a certain comfort

When I am alone with nature’s quiet complexion,
As there is seldom more company than my own roaring thoughts
And the towering trees that hear my cries 

As thoughts flood my mind and flow freely from my head,
I feel myself resonate among branches that
Extend like arms, beckoning for me to draw nearer
And observe the underlying flaws of their world

From the fragile reeds that bow to the wind’s mighty roar
To the rings of a tree, which, in fear of withering away, grew outwards and
lost itself to the inches of bark that incase its core
As well as the violet that droops under a hundred dew droplets,
Speckling its velvety skin with beaded burdens

Yes, I’m shown a certain comfort
In the complexity of an ecosystem whose quiet nature
Hides its own roaring thoughts
To help a stranger forget their own