I'm Still Dreaming

Wanderlust

Running through a field of wildflowers,
The ground is still damp from last night's rain, 
And my bare feet brush the soft green grass that is tickling my toes. 

The birds are singing, 
And the brook flows happily over rocks. 

I pause as I reach the dark treeline opposite from where I started,
The moonlight adds mystery to the majestic scenery, 
I am filled with a foreign sense of wanderlust
And a laugh bubbles out of my open lips. 

And as I stare adventure in the face, 
I realize this is who I am, 
And I am not afraid,
This is what I have been waiting for all my life.