One Day
As I lay here underneath this great tree,
this willow tree I feel the breeze,
So warm and light over my skin causing me goose bumps,
I see the rays of sun seeping through the leaves,
Gently kissing my face,
I sit up and look out at the vast land,
I dream of one day going beyond those hills I see that is so far out of reach,
I dream of a day that I will walk along the shore that puts so much water between me and the rest of the world,
I dream of new sights that put me in awe,
I dream of the culture and change that would be great but i have to pause,
For right now I am here,
Still here sitting under this beautiful willow tree with the sun gently kissing my face and the warm breeze on my body,
And for now I am okay with that,
I am okay with that.
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