Fresh wind tangling my hair
Packed soil under my feet
Climbing the tallest peaks
Chasing the promising dawn

It seems like so long ago
I would welcome the mornings
Planted new beginnings 
Watered them and watched them grow

It’s been years of
Tripping over oak roots 
Trudging through mud 
Searching for shelter from sandstorms

It’s been years of
Scraping my knees on the river rocks
Slipping on black ice 
Suffocating on forest fire smoke

I’ve spent so much time surviving 
That I forget what it was like to have
Fresh wind tangling my hair and
Packed soil under my feet