On some days, I dream of the mountains
Other days,a stroll deep into the woods
I dream of how will it feel
To leave everything behind
And let my little heart heal
From all the chaos and hatred
Of this big huge world.
The sun, the trees and stars
Can alone heal all my scars
What do people do at expensive spas?
Haven’t they ever seen
A night sky filled with twinkling stars?
I dream of being on the top
Of the highest peak ,
Rather than rolling over in dollar bills.
How can you compare
The printed piece of paper ,
With the serene nature’s chills?
I dream of witnessing,
The animals in the wild up close
Rather than skyscrapers in the city
Taller than the previous one, they rose.