I'm dreaming of a road that leads far, far from here
Where there is a trail that treks through open fields and rolling hills of green
Above me is a sky larger than life and before me a vista for which I sit.
Breathing the air that no one else has breathed,
I yearn for poetry written on the pages of my journal,
Little maps scribbled
As nature lays me down in a field of clover to rest
Covering me with a warm breeze,
I dream of a place far from here.
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