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 fi...