Just to defy Orf's comments 
 
I actually spent quite some time on this (ie more than 5 minutes!) although I still couldn't get myself to clamp down on structure, I guess I'm just a free spirit at heart 

 This was a conscious effort on my behalf to write something when I didn't need to vent (I was just glad to finish as it seemed everything and everyone was conspiring to distract me ) and to actually make a piece with no negativity in it. (I know! A happy poem? FROM CHAOS? :eek: ) 
Indeed .
I even have a title. 
(The first stanza is a stark contrast to the rest and may not even go with it but I wanted that contrast. Why? shh. Now that i've put it in here I can see a million things wrong with it, this is why I hate editing cos I never stop! )
Okay I'll stop scaring you now and just post it.
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My Tender Heart Of Wood
Sliding down the fiery bank,
Skating over an artist's tantrum
Splashed all over the forest floor,
A maelstrom of serenity.
Catching deep breaths of cold calm,
Soothing, diffusing, easing
The razor urban nightmares out,
From my tender heart of wood.
They call to me now, into the glade,
Feet following ethereal paths
Through memories carved a lifetime ago,
Into a realm of eternal wonder.
Falling faeries inquisitively glide down,
Rustling giggles blowing inside my ear,
Stroking my goosepimpled neck
To warm me with their orange glow.
My roots settle down into the scene,
Twining gnarled hands with old friends,
Noble branches unfurled at last
At the gentle reassurance of their love.
Faeries play in my wide embrace,
Coaxing burgeoning blossoms to surge,
And we bask in our organic bliss,
A tender, loving, natural kiss.