Monday, August 27, 2012

Of what it is

I have traveled
many miles through time
left so much behind
to discover more
always searching
I have seen the mountains
covered with snow blankets
the rivers swollen
over pregnant with waters
green valleys
sandy beaches
rushing oceans
oh I have seen so much
and felt so much too
I can never forget
who and what I am
is not my means
of escape, no
it is an enriching
of what it is