Place Called Home

As I sit in this lumber of a fast paced city And as I watch runners pass me by Smokers lighting their sticks And workers scurrying to leave their marks U can hear... Clanking Chirping Swooshing All at the same time And yet with the sounds of the city I feel peaceful I feel at home As if some reason this place has called me Have I found my home To call my very own I take a deep breath Letting the environment soak into my very being And I can smell... The trees The Water The humidity I feel serene... I am amazed how in a few days this place has affected me Has the feel of a small town And yet the pace of the universe My eyes must be deceived This can't be real Why did it take so long for me to get here Now another planning must begin The start of a new beginning