taste of Simplicity

The cities loud and the cars are hot The clouds are gray And the sun can’t shine Through the towers tall It’s cold in the shade, and it reeks of trash But just an hour away The clouds become white The cars fade The grass is cool And the snow crunches under my feet My mind is finally clear I walk and walk, through the trees And I can hear the birds And I can feel the wind No longer broken by the many buildings My soul is free On the snow capped mountain Free to roam No longer trapped Inside the rat race