Quietly saddling up to go into deepest forests, camping in the high country, alone, wanting to be hidden away inside the wilderness.
Taking precautions to not let anyone know where I was going to be.
Sensing all of nature, becoming the person I am inside, filled with beautiful music, poetry and art, contemplating each one in their own time.
Not leaving any stone unturned as I call to the soothing whispers within.
Giving out solutions to all problems that have been pursuing me through the years of being true to self while writing poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem