Bright red poppies, liberation,
Golden fields, murmurous springs,
Barefoot, daydreaming, reflection,
Books to read, moments to seize.
By myself, freedom, green forests,
Hiking, whispers in the wind,
Dark soils, teal skies, music,
Endless possibilities.
..
Riding on the water’s surface,
Touching blades of wild grass,
Sunset, sunrise—peachy, dreamlike,
Wildflowers and soft green moss.
Lively cities, friendly people:
Sonder. Sun. And wanderlust.
Crickets chirping and birds trilling,
Golden sand and azure seas…
This is August. This is home.
Da Capo al Poetry 