Stine

I'm a simple girl,
With simple needs.
I don't require
Extravagant gifts
Or a lavish lifestyle
In order to be happy.
Just a warm cup
Of coffee.

My comfort lies
In nature.
Whether I'm sitting within
Or observing from afar.
Watching the dirt
Blow this way
Then that.

Calming,
Like the strumming
Of a wooden guitar.
Sounding out
The nuetrality
In my soul.

As the bark
Of a cherry weeping willow.
Nothing will penetrate
My spirit.
Though my
Innocence may come and go,
With the seasons,
My endurance
Will stay rooted
To the ground.