It is important to get out there;
Out there and out of this air
And into something cleaner
Something truer
Where the air bites clean
And the sky is bluer.
Beyond the skin of the city
And off the metalled road
Away from the throb of the dirty machine
Where the pace of the world is slowed
Where ancient rivers flowed
Where all things connect
All sentiments weave
In a tapestry of living
Where there’s space to believe.
Outside.
Get Outside.
Felton Black 