A short story about the promise of the horizon and what lies in the distance. . .

 

Into the distance, I go, far away from sight

Following the line of the horizon

Taking a journey into the unknown

I come back changed from the things I’ve seen,

The promise of the wilderness

Where time passes yet things rarely change

Without the language to explain the beauty

The woods and the waters flow

Follow me into the distance

Past the mist over the mountain

Over the lake and through the valley

Meet the truth on the other side

Freed by nature and the wild

Don’t look back, those days are gone

There is only the promise of tomorrow ahead

The simplicity and multitude of the nature

No fear, happiness awaits

You set the pace, be brave

Into the distance, we go

A dream so sweet . . . .

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