Their day flashed by in bursts of magnificent words,

And the world fell away as they let themself become enveloped by their own mind

Soon they were all alone in their imagination, surrounded by nothing but the sweet calls of birds

And they found themselves following the trail nature left behind

Over hills and through valleys they went,

Words flowing out like the river they followed

They breathed in nature's scent,

Before coming to a stop, for a moment, just simply gazing up at the flitting swallows

They were far more comfortable in nature than anywhere other place

And nature was comfortable with them as well

Why couldn't the others of the city see the wilderness's great grace?

No matter; they would simply have to show them through their poems, and then time would tell