Sentinels – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

Amidst this thin canopy of trees, 

I wander freely,

With no destination, no purpose, no intention.

Just me and nature, 

reaching for harmony,

Lost in the woods, finding clarity.

I see patterns, figures, lines.

In every leaf, every branch, every trunk.

The light filters through, cascading dynamic designs,

A canvas of nature, painted with light.

This sound of rustling leaves, 

My private symphony,

As the wind orchestrates a melody.

And in the midst of it all, I see

Rotting stumps, standing tall and impossible.

They become sentinels, perhaps guarding door,

My doors of perception, 

My exits of the mind

And in these woods, I explore what I imagine,

One glimpse of truth, one window in time.

The unpredictability of trees, one reflection of the soul,

An escape from one chaos, a place to make one whole.

And as I wander, my spirit unfolds,

Released by this mystery, my mind uncontrolled.