Comfortably Uncomfortable

Large room and windows with fancy art,

A view what was once beautiful.

Now the sounds of construction,

Fill what was once the flowing river.

In search of comfort and style,

Pay myself away from nature.

Its beauty and its glory,

My eyes blind to the green,

Dimming like an oil lamp.

I shut my thoughts.

Work my days in zest.

Rest my nights in dreams.

Comfortably uncomfortable.



Big buildings and printed paper,

Fill my visions for tomorrow.

In it I dream of a river ,

A forest with its wilderness,

Everything a button click away.

I dream of a second nature,

To create and preserve.

All when I fail to understand,

To preserve and to protect,

The one right under my feet.

I shut my thoughts.

Work my days in zest.

Rest my nights in dreams.

Comfortably uncomfortable.