fields upon fields
on which the sun shines
trees upon trees,
forming a city
a city of squirrels,
bears,
and more,
the most diverse place on earth,
you look around,
wind is blowing,
and it doesn’t matter
that you don’t know where you’re going,
cause this is the best place on earth
far from the claws,
of bitter pollution,
far from the trash
that’s destroying the ocean,
far from the sidewalks,
where critters walk in vain,
instead the air is fresh,
the grass is clean,
squirrels run on the fields,
as cars do on roads,
the flowers are blossoming,
free and untamed,
unlike the world outside which is maimed
eyes closed,
hair blowing,
trusting the lands,
without a doubt,
branches swaying in the wind,
this is the best place on earth,
this is the best place on earth
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