Gypsy Wanderings

As I lay back to rest
On tall grasses
In my lace black dress
The wanderer I begins to roam
Over snow peaked mountains
Down to the hills
Into the valley below

In the shade of the swaying trees
I walk these paths taking in the scents
Feeling the cool of the breeze
My mind is quiet my thoughts complete
I hear only
My own heart beat

Here my inner privacy
Is where I find
Better musings come to me
Exploring this place
With my hands
Gently upon each surface I trace

The more I travel the more I learn
And with each touch
I feel a yearn
A need to come
To the highest peak
After the climb
My strength grows weak

The dew upon the leaves
of the trees
falls playfully upon me
And from this high I can see
The valley filled
From the creek
As the waters rush upon
The stand of a mighty oak tree

So tranquil a picture painted here
My own heavy breath
Flows fast and clear
The air is thin when up so high
In ecstasy I touch the sky