There's sunshine in the heart of me,
My blood sings in the breeze;
The mountains are a part of me,
I'm fellow to the trees.
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Oh. My. Word. Oh, what a calling for mankind to live free- -free itself from pettiness, ugliness, meaninglessness. If I were young, I would stuff a backpack and wander through God's world and Praise Him who made it all but I fear I will wander the world only in my imagination now as I watch it through my window. Giant super poet and a multifaceted miracle of a poem. 10 of course.
My golden youth I'm squandering, ...Sun-libertine am I; A-wandering, a-wandering, Until the day I die.... Beautiful, just beautiful
It's said: A rolling stone gathers no moss!