Forest
Fresh greenery surrounds
My head, so full of sounds.
Singing birds, lovely words
Echo all around.
This is where I am, for now, though society I must bow
To a life of insufferable strife
I'm left to wonder, "How?"
Not only this, but "Why?
Am I only to live and die?"
So I will not kneel to asphalt's deal
Of death, and treacherous lies.
I belong to these trees,
Where I rest on my knees
In praise of grace, free from a race
That I never truly believed.