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
