Peaceful Forest

The wind rustles through
the tree leaves.

A spot of dappled sun
warms my face.

The grass glistens with
morning dew.

The birds chatter
with perky chirps.

And I look out
through a crack in
this perfect serenity,
and see the city.

A fog of poluted
air hangs in the sky.

Cars swarm in the
morning rush,
blaring thier horns
at each other.

The buildings hiding
the pure sun rise.

I will go back,
but sometimes,
a break
is good.