Where am I going?
The lively town.
Fresh bread and treats fill the air,
Locals browse bustling shops
And magnificent music swims into ears.
Where am I going?
The calm woodland.
Garlic drowns all scents,
Trees stand tall and motionless,
And howling winds rustle leaves.
Where am I going?
The peacefully loud seaside.
Fish and chips delight noses,
Towering cliffs shelter golden sands,
And waves crash.