I dived into the book and suddenly,
nature wasn’t a mystery.
I’ve grown up in a city,
always curious to learn
about the wonder of nature and her lover.
I don’t have a native place,
a village to call my own.
The cement covered streets
is where I roam.
All this built a deep curiosity.
Don’t get me wrong,
I love living in a city.
But I wonder how it would be
to walk in air full of purity?
To feel the mud and stones pricking my feet,
to make a boulder into my seat.
To build a tree house somewhere,
to have a swing, on which I sit
on days that no one seems to care.
I wish I could know
how it feels to walk in a forest.
I’ve read books but
they are fiction, aren’t they?
What is the reality?
Do people there crave to see the city?
I love the trees in my surroundings.
I love visiting the seashore,
gazing out into the sea.
But true nature smells like a forest.
It enchants me,
I hope someday
it won’t remain a mystery.
