My tree

Cloudy skies and wet leaves
the white rays cutting through the trees
cold wind entwines me, stealing my heat
sitting in a huge oak, dangling my feet

Ghostly mists pass through the trees
twisting into my web of dreams
my escape turns into a prison
no one is here, no one will listen

I love this place, the things it does to me
away from the population, I finally feel free
feeling alone, I can finally breathe
this feels like home, and I will never leave.