The Wanderer's Mind

The Wind has told me a story.
Of exploring and great glory.
But first, I must follow it.

The gleaming city fades away,
Appear do the country leaves of May.
The Wind has led me down paths unreachable,
by man, by bird, by wolf, this is unteachable.

The clouds roll by in shades of blue and gray.
The road becomes soil, vanish do stacks of hay.
Vanish do farms,
Vanish do crops,
Vanish do sky,
Vanish dew drops.
Vanish does everything.

The road seems to stop, lazily,
as I seem to walk, hazily.
In my mind, the land I see is wonderful,
in others, they see nothing,
a black, empty space.
Full of a boring nothingness.
I see a playground!
full of things to explore and do!