Rushing To Hug A Tree

I could If I wanted, To be stuck in deep stuff. With an analyzing done, As if I was there to fix and correct... What suited my comprehension, And my intellect. But as I grow older, I've selected a more basicness in life. Like taking a walk around the neighborhood. And saying hello to folks I had once disliked. I don't know why. I try hard to earn a smile from others, These days. Of course they hesitate. I would too. There is nothing like being cautious. I could If I wanted, To be stuck in deep stuff. Dressing the part of an aristocrat... With my nose lifted high. And my butt corked up! But today I find myself, Rushing to hug a tree. Listening to the birds sing. And seeking harmony. Perhaps I have arrived to enjoy, A certain 'maturity'. That combines an appreciation, I've discovered that heightens... The level of my tolerance. With a wish of it to be judgement free. Or... An acknowledgement my aches and pains, Have become overnight... A useless fight against priorities. My feet and knees keep reminding me of this. I've grown to value the ease of simple movement. Oooo, Geeesshh... Who knew, I would come to find this pleasurable. 'And yes, I did go to high school with your grandparents! Sooo... What's the point you're making? I carry this twig to show my appreciation for nature. You do not see me attempting to use it as a cane! You kids are so disrespectful.'