Just a Little Squirrely...

Watching squirrels hurl themselves from tree to tree,
     timing the breeze that makes the branches sway
as their weight tips them closer for a moment,
     jumping on the nadir of the downswing
It cannot help but bring a smile to my face,
     as it seems so perfectly in place
and simple moment never to be erased,
     the simple pleasures for this simple man...

That is truly all i am, not one to connive or plan
     just trying to enjoy being alive when and as i can
between discouragement at my own faults
     that at times i can barely stand...

Always to return to the woods, the calm of Nature
     that i have somehow always understood
Lost within civilization, but Natty Bumpo on the trail
     confused by rotaries on the road
but along wood and water i can never fail
     to find what i seek, to gain strength when i feel weak...

Perhaps, one day, the meek will inherit the Earth
     for they are the only ones who merit it
Meek of soul, meek of heart, meek in manner,
     those without daily planners,
those who always long, take a moment
     to get lost in sights or song,
the ones who see our World is wrong
     and seek a return to the Earth...

A lone squirrel with torn tail,
     ripped and tattered back
eating the breadcrumbs i have left
     having survived some predator's attack
With piece of crust in his paws
     he raises his head and , i swear, lets out a guffaw
Yes, any day above ground is a good day...