The Wanderer

Wanderer steeping in the high grass

Soaking in the sanctuary of Earth

Lost in the best of ways

Found where the pain does not hurt

Feet treading the soil into history

Memory no longer confined

Rides the rays of the sun

Feels the heat of being alive

Hands grasping at the fresh air

Wonders no longer questions

Hope and dreams are blooming wide

Answers no longer anxiety to be reckoned

Heart climbing from roots to leaves

Grandest milestones demonstrating strength

Weakness regarded as the uphill

Top of the hill breathlessness no matter the length

Eyes leaping with the butterfly’s flight

Petal wings spread to the sky

Create pathways deeper than humanity

Tiny spirits carry with them to combine

Mind breathing in the awe of reality

Flowing truths in the river

Sweet fish glisten as they swim in all directions

Unabiding individuality in the unity of the river

Wanderer steeping in the high grass

Soaking in the sanctuary of Earth

Lost in the best of ways

Found where the pain does not hurt

Why must you wander only when the Springs emerge?