Mind Breaths
When I walk among the trees, my mind breathes in, the scent of pine, How I feel the air, thick and warm, carrying heavy whispers of the spirit, I think of blooms and birds, the richness of the world,
Nature holds my heart, encircles my soul, I feel it step by step, Through paths untraveled down into the depths of the wild.
Mind Breaths
- Allen Ginsberg