if like a tree
i stop still and listen
will i hear the soft calling
of life
and dreaming?

will it change me or make me revolve
around a tide of discipline,
wanting structure to my day,
ways i seem to be lacking right now?

or will i just remain silent
like the endless green swishy leaves
that settle on old barks
brown branchs branching
into the infinite yellow arc of sky

and learn the art of smiling
in the face of a beautiful disaster.