MacRitchie Trek

Rantings

I yearn for the pastures under the azure sky
I yearn to stand beneath the arch that reaches beyond my eyes
I yearn to behold the serenity of the great expanse monotonous yet soothing
Closing my eyes the world rushes by
Feel the breeze caressing my face
Warm my hands under the brilliant rays
Smell the fragrance of wildflowers
Listen to the faint murmurs of distant voices
Opening them once again the world crashes in
I yearn to float on wings carried aloft by the westerly winds
I yearn to see distant lands beyond the shores of men
I yearn to soar and be free

First Post

What a tediously creative challenge ...