Share my heart with the wild

I need room to grow

Woods and cliffs to explore

Rivers to drown out my thoughts

I’ll spend time getting to know each rock, cave, tree

Visiting with them like old friends

You’ll pick twigs from my hair

At the end of each day

Pull slivers from my bare feet

Before sending me back out again

Bring me wildflowers

Share my heart with the wild

For it was my first love

But you are my last

Be my oak tree

Slow and steady

I’ll be your songbird

Know I’ll always return





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