Under the Aspen

Under the Aspen

Does life really happen?
I think under my Aspen
I am drowning in my thoughts
Of is it or not?

This world of tears and sorrow
Barely remembering the tomorrow
How often is it me?
I think under my tree

Accused and threatened
And hardly ever mentioned
The little song bird
Is never even heard

I need to let go
Of what? I do not know
All that is certain
Is that I am immersed in

Something that I hate
To leave is it too late?
I left with my mind open
As I left my lovely aspen