With And Never Without The Trees Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Having peace of mind to find,
Has never been found to purchase.
There is no price that can be put on it.
Nor can it be switched to bargain with,
At a flea market to get.

Kept no longer relevant to remain that way,
Is a mind that has spent too much time...
Devoted to depression and negativity.
To awaken with it to discover,
The stopping of a feeding on it...
Does wonders for the health of one's mentality.
Few are heard to pray for a positive disposition.

Choosing not to be caught up and distraught,
By the of chasing clouds with silver linings...
And/or rainbows flowing gold in pots at their ends.
What does make the difference,
Is when one sees the forest...
With and never without the trees.
To witness it to actually see this to accept,
As reality.
And this painful step taken,
Gets one closer to knowing what happiness means.

Having peace of mind to find,
Has never been found to purchase.
Ask anyone with possessions they have collected.
But still stressed out trying to impress someone.