Love of the wild

I lived in the city since I was a child but I have to admit that I love the wild.
The wild is clean and away from pollution and anything else that causes confusion.
The beauty of nature like the trees and the leaves that rustle in the clean gentle breeze.
Water flowing down the river as fast as an emu can run
or a kangaroo hopping under the sun.
The soft feeling of the grass swiftly moving across my feet like it was on a mission to deliver a vision.
As Night started and the day ended, the sun and the stars blended slowly blended
I imagine that as I'm starting to tire, I begin to fall asleep by the fire.
I wake up and realise that I'm just in my bed, despite all the nature that's filling my head.
I might live in the city, I might be a child, but I know for sure that I love the wild!