The echoes of urban life are nothing but mere sound,
Reaching you by the pound.
The call of nature has come.
Its reaching us in the sizzling of leaves.
Sending us messages, we can only hope to receive.
Tears flow silently, with overflowing thoughts.
Rummaging our minds into a brink of realization.
The sharp thorns, extruding pain.
The grass fighting for breath.
Sensations unlike any other.
Nature is calling.
Emotions will be slashed.
Common sense will be bashed.
The sun will rise and declare its glory.
For this is real;
This is my story.