Meditation 9

Like a grain of sand

I am but one of many

Insignificant

As the seasons change

And the leaves grow then die off

I become weary

I am out at sea

Fighting the storms all alone

Wishing for sunlight

I have a sickness

The type to empty your soul

And there is no cure

Please bestow relief

Save me from these emotions

I cannot control

Let me find some peace

At the base of a mountain

Or deep in a wood

Nature never fails

It provides the only fix

One could ever need