I am from where rolling waves crash across the sandy hoof-printed beach. Where wild is never tamed, never touched. Where the sun tans your skin so dark. Where people come most every day, where I must forever stay.
I am from the wilderness, the fresh plant smell on the windy breeze. The hiking trails in the Appalachians. Where the smooth river twists and bends, this is where my heart is.
I am from the dark blue sky on a cold winter night. Where the stars twinkle bright above. This is the place I forever love.
I am from camping outside on cool summer nights. Catching lightning bugs in a clear glass jar. Watching the sunset fade to black, eating from a brown paper sack.
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We think of others in times before us,
maybe days ago or many years after.
Our lives pass like a ticking bomb,
not realizing the here or after.
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