the calling

Sometimes the mountains come calling 
and its all I can do not to go running 


The sea visits me in dreams enticing me to come 

come and stay a long while 


The woods try to convince me to forsake it all

to give up and run way with them 


It call out to me, sings to my blood 

beckoning me into the unknown


Adventure, it promises me 

that there is more to see, feel, and taste 


The dancing of pines captures my thoughts 

and spins about my mind 


Daisies float past my eyes in the dead of winter 

trying to long me into spring  


Oh how I long for the stillness of autumn 

and the freedom of summer's gaze 


Is this the longing of freedom 

to hear the calls of creation itself 


I miss my friend down the road 

a tree along the way 


Oh how simple life seems to be 

how small it has become 


I wished for a simpler time 

and it has found me 


I suppose I should have listened 

when they said 

be carful what you wish for.

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