Make everything better

Yesterday life seemed pretty low
I looked for new jobs, a new place to go
I’d take a risk for light, fresh air
To feel the joyous wind in my hair

Work is a grind, unimaginative, stale
I should be saving the Dormouse, saving the Whale
Instead I sit and map and plan
I think about all the words I would ban

Top down thinking, agenda, move forward and rule
They think they sound clever and I feel like a fool
I long to get out and get back to the roots
With my rake, my billhook and my chainsaw boots

And just when I think the world is a mess
That people are rotten and couldn’t care less
It arrived in the post, your beautiful letter
And you, my dear friend, made everything better