Art thou desire, to wander ever so far?
To follow the river stream, as the water rushes down.
As the buzz of a bee, grabs my attention,
I will continue to venture around.
The water bank, produces such vibrant blossoms.
While the breeze blows the sweet smells of summer.
The sunshine feels, ever so warm.
There is no place to harbor from the waters mist.
As the day grows longer, shall I stay?
For, there are other days to come and discover the beauty.
As delightful as a child's laughter in the distance.
I am reminded my duty, as this trip comes to an end.
I will be left with the loving memories,
As I dream to return for more journeys.
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