Deep Breath

Myles Bowling

 

As I stand before

The creek behind my house,

I feel the cold wind blow on my face.

I hear the raindrops

Smacking against the water,

The smell of fish and dirt linger through the trees,

The whisper of the wind is so soothing.

I hear rustling of the leaves

As they shake and fall to the ground.

I see the fish swaying down the stream

As I take deep breaths.

I realize how peaceful it is here,

I am one with the earth.

I see the trees dying

As the seasons slowly change.

As I stand before

The creek behind my house,

I feel free.