Trees in the burbs

Sometimes I wonder if these wounds will ever heal
Most times there is way too much to feel
Emotions constantly swelling and compressing
I guess that is just the breath of life?
Or perchance one time long ago
I selected the box labeled "extreme"

?

I ask how and why
The trees reach up so high
Standing so strong and long.

He said, "Look up often"

So I do as often as I can remember
And I find
It is where the details disappear
Solid matter and cluttery thoughts
Turn to clear white clouds

Even the trees in the burbs
Reach up to the same sky.