Return to the wild
To a place that was once lost
A place that is filled with freedom
And enjoyed without a cost.
Where we are drawn to
because of our nature.
Where our sins can atone.
We act as if
We are strangers
because its something we don’t own.
The dancing of falling leaves
Mountains that touch the sky.
Sunsets in a field.
A critter scurrying by.
Lion’s blood runs through our veins
though it has been long forgotten.
We silenced our roars and shaved our manes
as we donned our clothes of cotton.
But with each step we take
and every move we make
our roars became louder.
When we return to the wild
the lives we lived become
and we become prouder.
The rustling of the wind.
Crickets chirping at night.
Waves crashing on the shore.
The shriek of an eagle
There’s no surrender
to this feeling.
At least not anymore.
Once you remember
this type of healing
your heart and mind can soar.
Return to the wild
to the place that beckons
where life isn’t styled
and the world is made of legends.
The warmth of a fire.
Ridges on the bark of a tree.
The itch from a mosquito.
The feeling of finally being free.