Escape From the City

Mountains with vibrant floras Led down to fruit laden orchards In the verdant vales below. I heard her then, a syrupy song Of tender love and feats of old. I stood beneath an apple tree As her song wafted on the breeze, Sliding in and around the fruit trees, Scattering aromatic fragrance around. Serendipitously I came onto a small farm. A small river wended its tortuous way. A small bridge took me to several patches Where vegetation grew. I could live there forever. All around I enjoyed the serenity That I had craved for but rarely found. Swiftly night descended as the moon Rose from beyond the low hills. How I enjoyed the evening farm food Where I was invited and then A good night sleep in their spare bedroom. But morn came, and grudgingly had to leave. Back into the heart of the city, Large edifices, black with age. Everywhere the smell of stale food, burning oil, And a hint of smoked marijuana. O to be rich and escape forever To my lovely vale, now so far away.