The Grass is Greener Where You Are

I beg for a tree of my own to sit beneath,

the grass for my toes to shift and squeeze,

A sense of me in the wide of the sky,

Just my body, My thoughts, and I.

But just when I am right there and then,

I feel a sorrow bend my head,

And search the horizon for amends,

Ask the space for a friend to lend.