Wanderer
A chill runs it's path along her skin
Feeling it start to deepen
A howl it's agony spoken clearly
Hanging her head she moves on wearily
Nature's presence heavy within the night
As that thought came fireflies roam their tails alight.
They never cease to amaze me can't help but smile
Imagining what they must feel like as they travel lifes miles.
Just buzzing along and every once in a while
Without control or thought their ass lights up see you gotta smile
Crickets hoppers and frogs all speaking of their woes
What could they possibly be saying, no one knows
That's how nature rolls
And how life goes
Each living thing comes to life without a well defined plan
We scrurry along until on our own we stand
Then again we travel thru this life and whether by choice or demand
We leave again, off to wonder wonderland
Who knows where the next breath will take us
But whether by car bike cab or bus
Our final destiation is the same for we all travel back to dust
Copyright © Rose Henderson | Year Posted 2019
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