Where am I going?
Where am I going?The lively town.Fresh bread and treats fill the air,Locals browse bustling shopsAnd 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.