#2957-Remote

Where the green,

Can everywhere be seen,

Where birds fly,

Twittering by unseen,

Where I can breathe,

And in silence dream,

Is the place,

I long to be.

Far from the throngs,

Of a busy world,

In which humanity,

Sideways strolls,

Where strangers,

Walk each other by,

Without greetings,

Or a simple smile.