Everyone watches and shouts, "You must, you must hurry,
You must save us all, the burden is yours to carry."
But he just does his job, with a steady, unwavering pace,
Rushing toward the forest, his tranquil resting place.
Through the clamor and chaos, he keeps his calm,
Knowing that in the woods, he'll find his balm.
For once he reaches the trees, their whispers wide,
He can rest, he can breathe, with nature as his guide.
The world may demand, and the voices may scream,
But he knows his path, follows his own dream.
For in the quiet of the forest, under the canopy's embrace,
He finds his strength, in that serene space.
So let them shout, let them say he must do more,
He knows his duty, what he's truly fighting for.
For in the silence of the woods, away from all the rest,
He finds his peace, and in peace, he performs his best.