Yeah I found the poem. I had to think about what year I wrote it. It was the summer of 1999, so I had to find the notebooks from that year. This poem is called: "My Woods"

I am sitting peacefully among the trees,
waiting for the wind to whisper softly in my ear,
it is time my friend to feel the wonder of this place...
my place here, on the Island.

The essence of their breath reaches gently to my soul...
It moves me to feel a longing to be here in this place.
My Island of refuge is such a place.

You lay back upon the moss and feel the safety of your being.
The acceptance of your breathing mixes with the wind, and takes you to the treetops
and your dreams begin.

Now that I rewrote the poem here, I think maybe I could also call it: "My Island"
Well that is about it for now.