oh, how

Oh, how the tapping of the rain on glass makes me long for the sea. 
Oh, how the creeping of the sun through blinds makes me need the forests.  
Oh, how the howling of the chilling wind drives me to the mountains 
Oh, how the warmness of the blankets forces me to the beaches. 

Oh, how the joy washes through me when I’m by the lapping shore.  
Oh, how the joy grows throughout me amongst the towering trees. 
Oh, how the joy peaks within me upon the craggy precipice. 
Oh, how the joy piles inside me surrounded by sandy dunes. 

Oh, how the call of my name makes me long for more time in the sea.  
Oh, how the tree-line makes me need to turn around to the forests.  
Oh, how the even ground drives me to retreat back up the mountains. 
Oh, how the concrete floor forces me to stay put on the beaches. 

Oh how the sorrow washes through me when I lose sight of the shore  
Oh how the sorrow grows throughout me as I step away from the trees 
Oh how the sorrow peaks within me while I walk down the mountains 
Oh how the sorrow piles inside me when I the asphalt dunes 

I will always require ocean. 
The jungle will always pull me.
Cliffs will always call me 
I will aways need sand