Going Home

I walk down this road
Just me and trees
And the birds in their leaves
And their songs on the breeze.

My troubles swirl at me feet
Like dust with each step
Down the road that I love
The road home.

I am at home among these trees
Among these leaves
Inside the breeze.

My joy sings loud
With the sounds of the earth
With the songs on the breeze
And the life in the trees

Beauty surrounds me
I breathe it
I live it
I feel it

I am alive.