What do you love about where you live?

I love that it’s green,

when I look out of my window,

I love that it’s free,

when I look out from my heart,

I love that it’s easy,

to get to where you need,

I love that it’s home,

to all that I know.

I hate that it’s invaded,

by those that don’t care,

I hate that it’s too far

from the blue and green,

I hate that it takes,

too much of my wealth,

I hate that it’s too square,

too attached, too far from my dream.

I hear from where I am sitting,

the call of tomorrow,

the unending,

the now.

The rattle of the wave, of the uncomplain, the echo of the hate, the love, the life’s fate.