Sitting here in the glen in the Shire with the Sun warming my every atom makes you wonder why so many folks never see places like this or have the time to sit and let there minds wonder away with the surroundings birds are singing and chatting away in the tall oak tree where I rest my weary back and empty the thoughts worries and aches and pains of being 65,rabbits are playing not far from me running and chasing one another free from all the baggage we aquire through life,I have been depressed for a while and the burden of being a husband dad and grandpa sometimes makes me feel like joining a monestry and leaving everything and everyone behind me but sitting here eyes closed all that slowly vanishes as nature goes to work I can feel her hands gently rubbing my head as the warm whisps of wind cool my face, we seem to have left mother nature behind long ago and settled for a World of grab want and passing by on the other side of the road when someone needs help perhaps a word or two might make all the difference but getting of the speeding train of life seems so hard when we are surrounded by everyone going there own way.
As the day progresses and the Sun drops in the sky the animals and birds go home I guess so should I.
