Away from The Woods
If you ever had bird guano splatter onto your work uniform, nature is calling for you, nature is calling you to life, to leave behind your cares.
Get on out there before you become aphyixiated
by your mask, the artificial ventilation and heat
that's always turned up high on the thermostat
You are missing the smell of the forests soil, the scent of wildflowers. The sounds of wild birds
You are missing this as you take work home
with you like a jail cell for your mind
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