Calm and Serene

I sit here alone and think
and into my thoughts i sink.

as cold as i may be,
the wind blows through this tree.

the tree is still, and only sways
each time the wind blows all ways.

all calm, and totally serene,
are the trees and i want to be.

my hand although is heavy with anguish
so overwhelming, only thoughts should perish.

but i stay here still, calming my nerves
want to be like the trees smoking some cloves

licking my lips, and tasting the sweetness
of serenity and striving for bliss.

and my head remains to you unseen
and i long t be calm and serene.