A City Kid's Rural Renaissance

Dragged from the concrete jungle's grasp,

Young Tyler, eyes glued to his phone's glass,

Grumbled and groaned, "No Wi-Fi? No TV?

How am I supposed to survive out here, ma?"

The countryside, a foreign terrain,

Devoid of skyscrapers and neon's reign,

Felt like a prison, a digital detox imposed,

His thumbs itched for the screens he knew, composed.

But then, a pack of furry ambassadors

Bounded up, tails wagging, nature's harbingers,

A dozen dogs, their unconditional love

Melted his heart, a gift from above.

As twilight fell, the sky unveiled its splendor,

A celestial tapestry, a sight to render

Tyler breathless, his eyes transfixed,

On the Milky Way's glittering cosmic mix.

The stars danced, the night whispered secrets old,

Nature's symphony, a tale untold,

And in that moment, his soul awakened,

To the beauty he'd been blind to, now taken.

The concrete jungle faded, a distant memory,

As he embraced the countryside's wild reverie,

A city slicker transformed, his heart now pure,

Falling in love with nature's endless allure.