Wild, I Roam

Wild, I Roam

May 02, 2022

PHOTO COURTESY OF QUILL C. ELSKA

The natural world is my playground,

My place I call home,

Somewhere I feel free,

Somewhere wild I can roam.

Shining sunlight,

In the crystal blue sky,

Sits above the reflection,

Of the river flowing by.

Ripples of water,

Dance across its surface,

Feeding woodland creatures,

Giving it purpose.

Sweet shades of blue,

And irresistible emerald green,

A soft yellow sun,

Bright and colourful like a dream.

Feeling a breeze across my skin,

Smelling flowers in the spring,

Watching the deer approach the river,

Eager for a refreshing drink.

The natural world is my playground,

My place I call home,

Somewhere I feel free,

Somewhere wild I can roam.

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