Not a Big City Girl

I struggled with the ending of this, but here is what I have so far. I would like to come back and improve this when I have some fresh inspiration.

The streets rife with busy folk
The buildings as tall as trees
The cars that fill the hectic roads
This living’s not for me

You might find me daydreaming on a bench
Or looking out over pastures green 
Watching the world’s creatures dancing free
This is the life for me

I like a world that I can pause
In the big city, life never slows
Laying on the grass and watching the sky
Learning secrets only nature knows

The frantic existence, no thank you
The concrete jungles gets me in a whirl
Give me beauty I can view
I am not a big city girl

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  1. I understand the need to go back and rework as well as being uncertain if it is finished or not. To me it reads as completed. It is a snappy poem (my age is showing) comparing the city to country with the decision being that the country is way better. I really like it.

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