He walked along the winding trail
Slightly worn and tossed from his travel
In all his days, he never thought he’d see
The majesty
Of snowcapped mountains
And brooks that babble,

With each breath, his lungs felt clean
A freedom foreign to his past and present
Above his head was a fresh blue sky,
Fluffy clouds
And a bit of heaven

The wooden slats creaked beneath his feet
But that was of no concern
To live a day not promised
Gave way to new ideas
And valuable lessons to learn

And so his journey continued
Beside the rivers and streams
No matter where he landed
This place right here and now
Was a place of dreams.