The Wanderer

I will wander, and where ever I shall lay I will make my home Across the streams and lakes And Into the mountains I go With rocks that clutter beaten paths Winding, climbing, away and back Now, I hear my legs scream "stop!" "Not yet," I shout. "we've yet to make the top! Impatient, I huff, we're almost there it's just another mile... mile and a half Besides, I've come too far to just turn back I can't... no, I won't be going back Finally the end, just for the now Tomorrow I'll find my way back down For Now, I'll sit as the sun has sat And watch the earth and sky connect Into dark the daylight fades I tease my thoughts, under moonlit haze Then, a sleepy itch As I search a spot to lay Which I find under a canopy of heaven And wind blown evergreens