In the morning bright, I wake to catch the gleam
That fresh gust abroad travels soft and low
For each swoosh of water sounds like a dream
My soul moves to these lands I’ve yet to go
The Roman streets, oh how I yearn for France
Each cool, yet still, my own heart lights with fire
Beyond one lies another I give a chance
All destinations spark my soul’s desire
The world, it steals my freedom every time
For every mountain hums as warm sand sings
Grass of each place gleams as it would a lime
Yet when journey ends, home sweetly still rings
So I explore this world to seek rare peace
For in the end, myself finds a new piece
by Sydney H.