An ode to the beautiful outdoors

O, beautiful outdoors, surely thou art the cure for all ills
For the sleep-deprived, cloudy-headed, what better pills?

O, beautiful outdoors
With your ear-piercingly loud ambulance sirens
With your eye-piercingly bright sunlight
With your soul-piercingly shrill shrieking children

Thank you for this headache, o, beautiful outdoors
Now go away, get lost, and let me shut all doors