| I felt surrounded by warmth, The sun shining down on me. The fresh air a pleasing thing, The birds perched in the trees. I walk through grass, So green and soft And felt like rolling around. Then suddenly someone coughed, And my tranquility was gone. I heard the people and the cars, The noise becoming louder. The grafiti on the cement resembling stars, The artist becoming prouder. I want the peace, That nature brings. The fresh air I love to breathe, But now I have to go away,And leave these wonderful things. |
| Ten Minutes Outside |