Can't stand city streets.
All the noise makes me want to run and hide.
Concrete and tall buildings make me want to cry.
Give me open space and green fields.
Hills and dales and forests to explore.
Moss covered tree limbs and flowers have me feeling serenity.
If there is no room to wander then you won't find me.
Suburbia makes me nauseous, the yards so pristine and close together, the illusion of freedom.
Let me run and scream and sing where only the birds and sky can hear.
Let the moon be my friend among the leaves and the mushrooms at my feet.
Give me a place that I can breathe.