Human Nature
What brings you happiness, the question that rises
With changing answers depending on the variables
Her age, her relationships, her bank account, her aches
All play a part in the answer I’ll get.
This day she tells me that she really likes nature
To sit by a tree and see blue sky and life
To smell breezes that carry the scents of the land
And be shaded by branches and foliage with peeks of the sun
And what of people, I prompt her for more
After all, she nurtures, she gathers, she draws people in
She ponders a moment to haltingly say
That people more often annoy and disappoint
What is it about trees that you love so dearly?
She talks of their beauty, their grace, their color
And mentions again their shade and their buds
Peace floats around her as she envisions what she spoke.
But what of the fall, when their leaves make a mess?
And what of your allergies from May through July?
And what of the stark, barren branches of winter?
