This is a childish ditty but hey ho, I’ve never wanted to grow up and probably never will. So, this is my adults nursery rhyme inspired by those moments gazing longingly out of the window at work and dreaming of prancing off into the blue yonder…

Why can’t I be a hippy and skip through fields of hay,

Then lie among the grasses soaking up the day.

Why can’t I live in hedgerows and nestle in the leaves,

And dine on wild red berries then bed down in the eaves.

Why can’t I be a wood nymph and nest in gnarled green trees,

And dance around a fire at dusk, swaying with the breeze.

Why can’t I be a flighty sprite, borne of wind and foam,

With every dell and mountain serving as my home.

Why can’t I just be happy, happy on my own

In a quiet corner of the world with the seeds I’ve sown.

Why must I live a life confined, a life of brick and stone,

A life lived in grey offices where freedom is unknown.