A Time to Think

I love to sit in the woods alone,
Perched on a tree trunk, or maybe a stone.
Lost for a time with just thoughts for my friends,
I ponder within all the latest trends
That are shaping my life, and where it should go;
Ideas bounce constantly to and fro.
The only sounds are the chirping of birds
And the rustle of leaves; no human words
Disturb the stillness and quiet and peace,
Of a time I hope will never cease
To be of importance, to think and pray,
Preparing my life for another day.