The Reserve

I walked out the door
Looking at the floor,
Listening to my music,
And ready to click.

I made it to the place,
Catching my breath,
But when I made it,
It was just a case.

The trees were nice,
But it was as cold as ice, 
And the plants
Made me dance

The grass was tall,
It was up to my thigh,
But I needed to make a call,
To tell the answer to my guy.