I’m bored and internetless.
This is the perfect opportunity
to read all of the books I have been
meaning to read
and write
all of the poems
I have been meaning to write.
Maybe, I’ll just sit here quietly
and ponder.
Why must I constantly make
a sound?
The trees, just are,
always.
Seen or not seen,
they will continue to radiate beauty
with no need of acceptance
or approval.
This is how I should go through life,
not needing approval.
Like a tall, beautiful tree,
deep in the forest.
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