Grasslands

Paint a picture of the grasslands
Take a photo of the soul
Over ritual plains and rivers
Heavy winds are this way blowing

Running with the storm
Climb quickly to the highlands
Because the sea, she will come
At the end of this long day

Send home your sighs and wishes
Send home your fruits and sun
Remember all your days here
Remember every last one

You surrender nightly
On a road not taken lightly
You will travel with Her
To the end of this long life

Into the fold of Her embrace
With thine own body
Come find grace


Inspired by Travel. Photograph by Fred Ni.