WHY HAVE I CHOSEN TO LEAVE BEHIND....

My eyes look out of the window..
The skies turning red..the birds retreat...
Reminding me.. that I should be where I am not right now...

The evenings there are no different..but a lot is..
The breeze that soothes the tired bodies..the swaying palm trees..
The evening glories..and the bumble bees...

The scent of the ripe grain...
The rejuvenated souls ..free from pain..
The ripples on the water in the pond..
The clouds above filled with the eager rain...

I regain my senses...
I Come back to the real ...to the scary...
Why am I not where I should be...
Why have I chosen to leave behind ..all that’s simple and so lively?....