They're calling me
The trees, the wind
beckoning to join them
They're taunting me
The ferns, the streams
whispering and boasting

It's what I need, yet cannot have
And yet still they call me
They urge me and tempt me
Promising joy and peace
But yet, I stay away

Songs of birds and warmth of sun
Begging me to join them
But responsibility keeps me still
I shy away from my desires
I turn away from lasting peace
And turn instead to dullness

The trees and wind will quiet
The ferns and streams will sober
The birds will stop singing and the sun will stop shining
As I resist the Call of Nature