Updated: Jun 15, 2022
The wind whispers, “come with me.”
I dash off to dance like a prairie fire.
Creative sparks feed the flames.
Imagination runs wild.
The mountain calls, “reach for me.”
I soar into the sky like a Swainson’s hawk.
Curiosity lifts my spirit higher.
Invigoration endlessly elevates.
The river rambles, “rage with me.”
I rush away like rapid waters.
Calmness overtakes my soul.
Inspiration fearlessly flows.
I am a wild thing in the world.
Talking to every wild creature.
Picking wild flowers.
The same as ever.
Inquisitive and unbridled.
I seek and I see.