A Limited View

In youth, I often played with trees And let myself float along the breeze I’d pick the flowers and pull the grass And watch as hours slowly passed In adolescence, I took up pen And wrote down all that troubled me then I hardly ever wandered outside Unless I noticed the rain - and sighed Now in adulthood, I sit and wait For happiness to replace my hate I hardly know what it’s like anymore to see The proudly standing cedar tree Instead of enjoying the moments few, I let my life become more a limited view.