Hidden deep within our core
is the nature of our being.
When you lose touch
and you are no longer seeing….
The wild will be there
calling you home for your freeing.
So you can once again roam
with bare feet on sand domes…
March with the ants
while you follow bees
to their honeycombs…
Then roll in the dirt
and make holes in your pants…
And imagine a dance in her tall green fields…
A sight to be seen and a chance to hear
the grasshopper orchestra beam!
Their music so dear
you can’t help but say a cheer!
And the smell of warm summer dew
still lingers even after, it’s true.
If you listen carefully,
you can hear laughter in every flower
and the joy it brings is her real power.
Let her shower you with love
under the blue skies
and light up your soul with her sweet fireflies.
It’s only when you get lost in the wild,
that you once again
find your inner child.
Let the wild call you home…
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