I find comfort in tall trees and a nice cool breeze,
The world looks so much better when I'm staring at it from the window next to your passenger seat.
It's cold outside and there's a lack of color everywhere you're not,
The flowers didn't bloom and the bees didn't whisper in their petals.
The world spins around a couple times before knocking me off my feet,
And when I finally get up,
Everyone is gone.
All I wanted was tall trees and soft soil under my feet,
So that I could run freely until I found a place I could call home.
For the first time in years I don't feel like a tourist,
I would rather dance in a storm with you than stare at blue skies with anyone else.
I was hungry for a place to stay and you smelled just like home.
-E.R.