I heard her say,
She loves the woods,
The sound you hear in the night.
The pitter patter,
Of the rain on the roof,
And having no one else in sight.
She loves the crunching,
Of Autumn leaves,
And equally the crunch of snow.
When everything around,
Is an untouched mass,
Natures life moves very slow.
And back to the city,
She must run,
To take care of all she's left behind.
Life stands still,
Without her there,
The other staff seems to be blind.
It's all on her word,
They will not budge,
Its on the drop of her dime.
Like little drones,
All robotic in suits,
They are mindless and losing time.
On this one special day,
She does not show,
The busy workers don't know how or who to serve.
She's made her decision,
About this life she's been livin,
And escapes back to the life she deserves.
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