Sweet melancholy, hangs in the air, visions of colors and dance.
Wild lands, mountains, rivers to cross.
Not yet! No! Take that chance.
Crisp smelling leaves fall to the ground, gliding through the woods.
Adventures, new chances, the ominous stirs,
held back by only the ‘shoulds.’
Water on rock, flowing gently, feelings of longing and love.
Something so deep just out of my reach;
within, yet also above.
Road that goes on, leading away, excitement of the unknown.
Forest and fields, larger ways join;
unleashed, the feeling has grown.
Moon, sea, and stars; cycles repeat, small hills and autumnal slope.
Haven of time, weariness melts.
So buoyant,with a fresh hope.
