Big Old City

The hustle and bustle,
Toil and rustle,
Of that big old city out there.
It's no good, no good, no good.

The crowed streets and walkways,
Everyone's talking always,
In that big old city out there.
It's no good, no good, no good.

All the tall structures and elongated fences,
Lying behind unnatural pretenses,
On that big old city out there.
It's no good, no good, no good.

Lying awake at night,
Not feeling quite right,
As part of that big old city out there.
It's no good, no good, no good.

I yearn for wide-open spaces,
Checking out natural places,
Away from that big old city out there.
It's good, good, good.

Now I sit and see,
New and different parts of me,
Part of this natural world right here.
It's good, good, oh so good.

10/27/05