"The world is a busy painting I am unable to take in; its paintbrush streaks hurt me like wounds"
You sound like an empath, Kima.
I really like the reference to the fox burying it's muzzle in the earth. The earth is sacred, quiet and deep. The pain in the world is as vast as the universe and the heartbreaking stories as innumerable as the stars. The same can be said of love and joy. This poem has a lot of depth, IMO. The more I read it and thought about it, the more I appreciated it.
The trees reach out as silent witnesses always willing to listen to your troubled heart. Nature offers her ears to anyone who speaks into the omnipotant silence. There are places that wait for you. You are loved....you are wanted....you are cared for. You are not alone.....you are not alone.....you have never been alone.