Return To The Woods From New York's Light Poem by Hina Ticknor

In New York's heart, where restless crowds compress,
The rush and hush of chaos stings the ear;
Beyond the bounds where human rails caress,
Lies freedom vast, yet tight, a grip of fear.

This man is new to these streets,
Hope in his eyes, with questions that greet.
No one stops or pauses to meditate,
Debating within—can he catch up, or meet his fate?

I don't belong here, nor stay.
The city breathes too fast for a patient heart.
I will go back to the woods, return to roots that remember the rain,
let the trees teach me to breathe again.