A view of trees from looking up
I wish I could go home.
Not the home you might be thinking of,
Where it’s full of yelling,
And laughter,
And the clatter of broken dishes,
And meaningful conversations.
That’s not the home I want.
I want the home in the woods,
Where everything feels fresh, and alive,
Untouched by humanity.
I want the home in the forest,
Where the songbirds don’t feel threatened,
Where animals run freely,
And flowers aren’t cut down.
Where rivers are free of man-made garbage,
And wildlife crawls.
I wish I could go home.
