Wanderlust
W alk with me in moonlight, to secret places where no one knows.
A cross dark, enchanted moorland, out there where the wild thyme grows.
N ever feel the need for sorrow only joy and sweet content.
D evil take the new tomorrow, we'll live our lives as nature meant.
E ach of us will know it's meaning, greet each dawn with love anew.
R ace the wild hart through the forest, bathe our bodies in morning dew.
L ove to live will be our credo, live to love our guiding thought.
U nderstanding our surroundings, nothing sold and nothing bought.
S tars will be our sentinels, watching over us as we sleep.
T ogether we will know each other, in field and mountain and forest deep.
Copyright © John Jones | Year Posted 2020
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