Hazy mist clung to the high branches of the Tree
forming globes of moisture to drip down on top of me
as I sheltered from the wind, also from my thoughts
I looked round about me and before I knew it was caught
by the beauty of my surroundings, a balm to my mind
Nature and it’s healing powers helped me to unwind.
Gave me back my sense of being, my sense of soul
showing what was lacking in my life as a whole.
All as I stood there beneath the Old Oak Tree,
letting the misty moisture drip down on top of me.