The "Mother" in nature

As my breath begins to slow,

The birds echo back into the world,

The light breeze cooling messy thoughts,

The voices in my head ricochet side to side:

"You're not good enough,"

Around and around,

Like race cars on a track,

But as my breath slows,

The thoughts leave,

I breathe in the fresh air,

And all of a sudden,

I am good enough,

For society may judge me,

But mother nature shows no judgement,

She breathes life back into the lifeless,

Back into the lost children of this generation,

Back into me,

A path through my overgrown thoughts.