After work, he habitually, walked into the park, followed that trail, came to that tree.

Started, pouring his heart out, on what he’d, weathered through at work.

As the night grew deeper, the sighs from the trees, came in, with the breezes.

here’s the artwork, courtesy of UDN.com

And so, nature has this way, of helping us heal, like how this person had nobody he could turn to, and had, carried ALL that CRAP from a long, hard day’s work, and went and talked to the trees, and, I’m surely, he felt, a whole lot better, after this, “therapy session” was done.