A bit of poetry

I think the title is fairly sufficient. I wrote this yesterday morning, as I came back to my dorm at DePaul.

I’d never felt the dread I felt

In my coming to this place.

Though visited a thousand times

It never lost its grace.

The railways run on repeated actions

And will never fail to stop.

Tall buildings crisscross around me

Cemented like a staple to blacktop.

I never thought I’d lose my joy

Or my wonder of this place.

But recently I’ve begun to feel

Some sort of longing, for me to trace

To trace a path across the world

To create a path that’s mine

To follow in some footsteps

Long erased by the passing of time

To go, to go, to roam far and wide

To go into Nature, and in her confide

All of my instincts, all of my loves

Will fall back around me, leaves from above

Above me, above me sits a tall oak tree

Its seedlings all spread, enveloping me

Surround me, become me, until all I am

Is another oak tree, enriching the land.