The Journey

I wish I could follow the water to wherever it goes. Spend a life dancing with the fish, never worrying as the rocks I pass change on our journey forward.

My time spent talking to the trees, asking them about ages past. Resting within their boughs as they whisper to me stories of giants that carved the valleys as they wandered.

Always dreaming of where my journey would end amongst the glittering waves listening to the whale’s lonely cry.


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