Visiting prison

Every day before class I sit outside

On concrete in this building that could be

Mistaken for a prison

Only it has doors and windows

And they let us leave

But they still tell us

What is right and what is stupid

What is good and what is not

Every day before class I do this and stare outside the doors and see big rolling green hills and tall tress

I want to live in the deepness of the forest

Listen to the silence of crickets churping

Birds singing and other critter making their sounds

I would sleep in the trees and eat berries from branches

Hunt for my food with the respect

That this green earth gave to me

Using all that is given

The pelt for warmth

The bones for protection and the meat for the night’s sustenance

I would walk with wolves and fish with bears and be calmed by the river

Rushing by with the beauty of clear crystal blue roaring off rocks and down cliffs

That bounces the clouds reflection back to him

In the night

The moon and the stars guide me and cool me

Soothe me to bed with the creatures of forest that dwell under me

Alas, I am not residing in the brush

But in a prison that lets me return to my home when I have done my time for the day