I came home last week, my soul demanded it.
I wanted to escape the noise.
The rumbling factories, hooting cars and gunshots kept me awake at night.
The city air was thick and unpleasant, every day I felt suffocated.
I walked those crowded streets with a shadow over my head, the tall buildings prevented the sun from touching my skin.
Like plants I needed the warm touch of the sun for nourishment,
The gloominess of the shade slowly drained the life out of me.
I had to come home, as I watched the bus disappear in the dust it created,
I headed towards the forest.
With my legs surrounded by the tall green grass, I closed my eyes and
Tilted my head towards the sunlight.
I felt my skin come alive.
I took a huge breath, and the sweet aroma of the flowers flooded my nostrils.
I was intoxicated for a moment.
I struggled to open my eyes because the birds and the waterfall sang me a lullaby.
I felt my mother’s arm around my waist, she pulled me towards her.
With tears falling down my face, I struggled to form an image of her.
I stared at her until an image of her came into focus.
I could see she also felt my unusual love for this place.