Restlessness

My mind is uneasy, there is so much to be done.
But I can't sit down to do it.
I am restless, I could watch T.V,
but I am sick of the garbage.
I could read,
but I am sick of being told.
I could sit and stare,
but there is so much to be done.
So I go outside,
but there is too much noise.

So I climb.
The silence sinks in,
and I remember,
the wind in the trees is what I really need.
My restlessness flies away.