Comfortably Uncomfortable

Large room and windows with fancy art,
A view what was once beautiful.
Now the sounds of construction,
Fill what was once the flowing river.
In search of comfort and style,
I Pay myself away from nature.
Its beauty and its glory,
My eyes blind to the green,
Dimming like an oil lamp.

I shut my thoughts.
Work my days in zest.
Rest my nights in dreams.
Comfortably uncomfortable.

Big buildings and printed paper,
Fill my visions for tomorrow.
In it I dream of a river ,
A forest with its wilderness,
Everything a button click away.
I dream of a second nature,
To create and preserve.
All when I fail to understand,
To preserve and to protect,
The one right under my feet.

I shut my thoughts.
Work my days in zest.
Rest my nights in dreams.
Comfortably uncomfortable.