With dusty cloud as blanket warm,
I long to sleep outdoors, in peace,
a wooden bench would serve as bed
as gentle darkness 'round me creeps.

I know that cold would find its way
through heat-drained clothes in early morn,
yet, this small toll I'll gladly pay,
for restful sleep until the dawn.

For though the wind may round me sweep,
and rain, perchance, upon me fall,
I know they bear me no ill-will,
and simply answer duty's call.

The dancing wind sings lullaby,
and rustling leaves tell bedtime tales,
but indoors, I know no such peace,
as bleak, depressive thoughts prevail.