Looking Back

I went walking in the wintery woods today,

After having been in and sick for going on 10 days now. 

It was a breath of fresh air, literally. 

I had a moment with the snow on a pine tree,

And remembered when I used to love going out to the backyard 

When it snowed, to shake the snow off the pine branches,

Taking my own little snow shower. 

I now see how the importance of being in nature,

Has stemmed back to my childhood. 

I feel lucky to have grown up in the hilltowns,

In the trees. 

So whenever I get down,

About my progress in life as a "professional whatever,"

I will remember the simple joy of shaking snow 

Off of pine trees. 

On Purpose (part 2)

Perhaps the purpose of one's life 

Is just that: Life. 

When was living on Earth not enough?

When did the value of human life 

Become not enough?

We say we are products of evolution-- 

But I beg to differ. 

We seem to have drifted 

Further and further away

From the true purpose of life--

Which is just that: Living here on this Beautiful Earth.

And to leave it better than how we found it.