At One With Nature

I stood alone upon a hill whilst all around was quiet and still I watched as birds flew from tree to tree and envied how they are so free I sat alone to ponder life imagined me as some man's wife as branches played in a gentle breeze and envied the freedom of the trees I lay alone on a bed of fallen leaves taking shade under the canopies hearing creatures scurry here and there and envied their life so free of care I wandered home alone in a daze enjoying the last of summer's rays I watched as day turned into night and envied the owl her evening flight.