Mother Nature makes seat, for the ones who search,
Those who strive for green and air, and sometimes seek a perch.
Somewhere to recline, breathing deep, to contemplate the day.
Away from hubbub, strife and noise, away, so far away.
Searching brings such wondrous yields, tis truly worth a look,
For my perch yielded footrests, and a niche to hold my book.