Concrete jungle within nature's embrace, Amongst the confusion and complexity, Away from life's stressful rat race, The bird rests within the busy city. Times can take a toll on our brains, Stay calm right through the storm, Stress induced into the blood in our veins, Deviation from the norm. Often forgetting to respect our mind, We fail to give us the care we require, Feeling like we're falling behind, Over burdened by the difficulty to do what we aspire. Perhaps we live in Fear, The fear of being Idle, Yet introspection can be most dear, To save us from being suicidal.
