The Ever So Gentle Breeze

Home across the hills I ride
Climbing in elevation to hide. 

I know where I’m headed, just past where the noise and the chaos dies
Among the solitude of the eastern hill skies.

I’m running as far as I can ..from the facade of man’s towers, 
For out here among the silence ..they have no powers. 

Do you think the trees gawk and gripe and wonder? 
Or is there nothing more to them than what you see and what lies under? 

Can we not just exist? 
What’s to life but living in peace with the existential bliss that sits right amongst our midst? 

As for me, I’ll stick with the trees 
And the ever so gentle breeze
For if nothing else, I’ll live my life with a heart at ease.