|I yearn for the land where I should be,
and the wind is calling me home.
Its gentle voice puts me at ease,
a pleasant hailing gives me hope.
I long for creeks and rivulets,
of nature’s raiment lush with green.
I’m leaving here with no regrets;
the city life aroused the beast.
High in the air the eagles soar,
the atmosphere is like a shield.
I look to leave and cut this cord
of subway rush and bustle feel.
Where I should be are fruited plains
and mountains majesty extant.
For me the ecstasy awaits,
beyond my push and shove lament.
The beast within is now awake
extending claws to rip and tear.
Rather than have decisions wait,
a cause of action should be clear.