It may be healing
For whatever feeling
To go to the forest
Breathe air at its best

Cookies and tea
Fell inside me
Turn a new leaf
No more beef

Walk or ride
Move with pride
No smelly fumes
Silence no booms

Crack of a dawn
My daily yawn
Instead of papers
Fresh flower vapors

Coffee forgotten brew
Kombucha with a dew
Clap my hands to chant
My diet now fully plant

Om and hum feel the beat
Lift your bum bare both feet
Rite of passage in middle age
Breaking the bond fleeing the cage

Touch of breeze on my face
Being gifted divine grace
Sudden shift from foggy mind
Walking gently and being kind

Now stop and breathe