Sleeping with the windows all closed
with curtains pulled over safe and secured
with the air conditioner buzzing
and the fan revolving
the sun rise is never seen being a treat
nor the birds early morning greets
else the breeze that kisses your face
all go without being heard or being traced
knowing not for ever intensely
how much of nature’s liveliness
that bid the mind and body
that send significant energy down the system
goes unseen and unfelt
Not being the fault of Nature
very much the practice of human
seeking solace in artificiality
ignoring the natural benefits in a sensation
then go in search of such relaxation
where again the fellow-man makes money
with resorts and spas all over in plenty 
A disgrace to man indeed!
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