The cold winter days arrived
Yet I am restless still
From all I love I'll be deprived
When winter has its will
The wanderlust burns me even more
I need to stride until I'm sore
There's still so much left to see
So many things just call for me
I can hear the river flowing through
On a long day of heavy rain
A furious torrent that should not be contained
But for a while it will end
The talons of the earth
The barren peaks of stone
I feel their call within
And wish to be alone
To flourish and strive
To climb and dive
I yearn for their fresh air
But now I cannot get there
The green pastures
Just vast tombs of snow
For all the plants that lived
Now await bellow
The woods are also dead
You'd say the evergreen still lives
But with that being said
A woods is more than this
Its colour to the eye
Music to the ear
But now a temporary graveyard
Until the spring is here
I wish to stride and rest
Where the birds make their nest
The woods have always been my friend
All the way until the end
I hear the burning call of wilderness
I feel its just where I belong
But I knew it all along
Even felt it inside
Even if to be reborn
Everything has to die.
