#WhisperingNature

I was sitting down,
My hands on my office desk, tapping away,
As I awaited the next pile of documents.

I zoned out of the window, Thinking of a way of escape.
It was getting a little stuffy.
I got up, opened the windows, Then the doors,
With a tiny creak.

A gust of wind blew on my face, Allowing a small leaf through the tiny creak.
I chased after it,
Laughing as my childhood replayed in my head.

I caught it in a tight grip, ...