Breath daughter of Eve, The Garden of Eden calls thee home, where trees and rivers sing in their perfection. Away from the man made concrete jungle, where toil and sweat make the modern woman, the place I long to be most and the place I loathe most, the place that has bewitched me. The shining lights, the glitter and the glamour of the streets shops and roads hold me captive. I long to be free, to breath, to have an audience with my creator, sublime where I find thee, sublime where I can finally breathe, where art though Mother Nature is my landscape. Until I'm home but for now daughter of Eve, inhale, exhale, Selah.