I rather live in nature than on a busy street,
To hear the wind whisper sweet nothings to lush, green leaves.
I rather sit on the damp forest-floor and inhale the woody aroma,
Or even admire the chirping birds whose harmonious sounds; a choir.
I'd rather look up in the sky at night or in the day,
And look at all the stars and clouds; great stories they portray.
Yes I rather live in nature, life in cities no more,
As my fingers run seamlessly through fresh dirt on the earthly floor.
Mother Nature's calling, I'd be a fool not to answer,
And like a dog to his owner, at the first call I say, "Yes, Master".