I want to roam into a forest and hear the call from
the wild
Hear the rustling of treetops holding firm against
the wind
Hear twigs snapping under-foot, and nature’s
excited chatter
Not the incessant hum of a digital world
I want to take a deep breath and smell the essence
of the woodland
Smell the rustic blend of composting leaves, mossy
bark and pine
Smell the fragrant bouquet of wild flowers drifting
through the air
Not the contamination of a toxic world
I want to cleanse my palate and taste the flavours
of the season
Taste purity in stream water that I splash onto my
face
Taste a ripe wild berry as its juices burst onto my
tongue
Not the consumer-driven fare of a bland world
I want to throw away my burdens and feel comfort in
the shelter
Feel the soft carpet of tree debris cushioning my
path
Feel tranquillity beneath a dense canopy of leaves
Not the pressure and strains of a demanding world
I want to open my eyes and see a canvas of nature’s
art
See dew covered spider webs glisten in lush green
foliage
See rays of golden sunlight break through the
forest barricades
Not a concrete jungle, a magnificent world
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