Empty Stillness

The cold, parched pavement is like a warning sent To her thought process to run, run away Back to nature's dreams and the sweet melody of the birds singing each day, She tries to be happy in this noisy, busy city overlooking the bay, Her dreams are of tall trees reaching to the sun to have some fun, Her wishes are mountains kissing the embracing skies above, Her desires is to find a lover to unite and discover the secrets of love, Her silence is a time for peace like the sign of a white dove, Beauty is the wildness of nature's passion in every green field, Wisdom is the wind sometimes strong, sometimes weak like a breeze but still has appeal, Memories of rural winter nights snuggled up on her faded leather couch Eating her favourite meal, Grey concrete is a challenge too far as nature is her heart's seal, She wants to run away from the confusion, illusion and intrusion, Back to her heart's delight, And the dreamy darkness of star filled nights, The empty stillness of the countryside fitting in with the wild and untamed, She catches the bus as she looks back at the city's lights Away before her heart is maimed, Before her spirit is tamed, Run to the empty stillness of green fields, tall trees and lofty mountains, Standing silently loud and so proud She is far away from the madness of the crowd, Unforgiving, Back to the lull of a joyfulness of forgiving and the dream of living.