I was depressed
I had no job
No future to look forward to
I went for a walk
A long slow walk
Eventually I found a tree to sit under
A big strong tree
I practised mindfulness
And used my senses to explore
To the right of me I saw a path
Above me the wind whistled
And I heard birds chirping
I wrote down my thoughts
About how I was feeling
Slowly I felt happier
After writing this poem, my very first poem
I was a poet, under a tree
Writing poetry
by Rod Boyce