We are buried in what we came from

Reluctant to what makes me happy

with nature around you will often find

it was not the ending of our glory days

but the ways in which we spend our time


so what makes me happy you may ask

not being surrounded by the narrow concrete stacks

but instead around trees you will see

that nature and earth is where you'll find me


too much comes forth when the smog all clears

surrounded by darkness and buildings of steel


so to find me today is to find my peace

for nature i came from and from nature




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