Passing old oak trees, that appeared crazed and alive,
they waved about in the wind, like excited spirits,
the yellow cab I sat inside; dirty and stale,
looking to be covered in fleas,
the darkened sky brightened slightly, as I now grew closer.
Now, missing the bright lights of my big city,
I had now entered the world of country folk and farmed fields,
the local's paraded and danced around; high on ale's and the fresh country air,
scents of manure and green, green grass cut the atmosphere,
so I then took my first step onto unknown ground, and a new start.
Walking on my new territory and domain,
gazing at my new home,
the clean air; strong and intense, feathered my face softly as it passed,
as I walked closer to the unfamiliar door,
and I tapped with one hand to be heard.
No-one answered, no-one to be seen,
I called out once, then twice,
but yet, it remained quiet and serene,
amused by a sudden opening of the vast, scary door,
expecting to see that familiar, loving face once again,
I saw nothing, just a blank, dusty hallway and a barren floor.
Not a soul lived here anymore,
I undeniably felt alone and lost,
where would I go now from here?
starting again would not be easy,
perhaps my only decision is to stay put, and make my life in this mysterious land.
