I want to build my own house, high in the mountains, so high that i’m frequently in and above the clouds.
I want to artistically plant different types of trees in my canvas of garden, flowers, fruit and veggies too.
I want to wake up early every morning to the music of birds, salute the morning sun and swallow the fresh mountain air.
I want to walk the forest, talk to plants, monkeys, birds, insects and trees.
I want to bathe in rivers, clouds and dirt.
I want to draw, sing, dance, read and explore all day - every day.
I want to escape from the constraints of time and clothes.
I want my love to be there with me, lost in nature, love and existence.
I want to grow old with the familiar trees.
I want my body to wither like the autumn leaves and seep into dirt.
I want my existence to leave nothing but the vibrations of love and curiosity that will bounce off nature for as long as trees stand.
I must escape this concrete jungle.
I want to be free.
I want to be free.
I want to be free.
I want to be free.
I need to be free.

But how can I escape when there’s so much to change..
Do I delve in nature’s beauty while it’s still there, or gamble my love and passion with man’s greed?