In a cement forest, filled with decay,
A young girl sat, her thoughts veiled the gray.
A simple life, she craved nothing more,
As the pace of the city, rapped at her door.

A field of lush grass, every blade soft and bright,
A smoldering fire, to keep warm in the night.
A morning stroll, evenly covered in dew,
Water so pure, it’d rinse her anew.

As she sat dreaming, on a life far away,
She heard a faint bird song, blending into the gray.
So futile a life, she pondered its choice,
To live in a place, that drowns such a voice.