Escape

Trees dancing to the beat of the blowing breeze,
Cause they know it dont mean it thing if they aint got that sway
That swings them between the notes sung by songbirds.
The cars keep rolling and reeling,
As my mind keeps roiling and boiling inside this metal box called life.

Here is where I step out and burst toward the forest at full speed,
Sprinting and dodging the cars. Jump! Dive into the bushes!
And lay beneath the nearest tree.
Slowly catch your breath,
As your eyes rise to a light grey sky.
Feel the leaves.
So...cool...

Close your eyes, and feel the oncoming drizzle of tiny drops,
Like a gentle mist caressing your beautiful skin.
Melt your soul into the soil, that your toil may be relieved.
Breathe the clean air around you,
And forget the metal box.