Back To My Roots

Give me water
of any kind, blue
Or green or other.
Salty or not,
Just water.
As deep as I dare not dive,
Or so shallow that I can barely
Bask, let me return
To where I once came.
Let that which flows through
My every vein and vessel
Consume me.

Give me trees, to frame
My lifeblood.
Give me the air of serenity.
I want to get lost among
Their limbs for hours
And they will take my fears
Like carbon dioxide and expel
Nothing but positivity and an
Ambition for an existence
Of inner peace.
I will relinquish my negativity
Freely.

Give me an untouched
Landscape in which I can let
My hope soar.
For too many hours,
Has it been confined to walls,
Tapping at the windows
Too politely to be heard.
I want to relate to my
Humble beginnings
And apologize for ever wanting,
Wishing to forget.
Take me, I am yours.