Some would say I was on my way
To becoming a city hipster
Cellphone calls and Upscale Malls
Drowning the Wild’s Whisper
I cannot lie, its hard to deny
That my skin was growing thin
For I had my fill of the winter chill
And like to sin by staying in
Now the city streets and tasty eats
Don’t make a man the devil
But walking cement trails often fail
To remind us world’s not level
City scrapers and exhaust vapors
Witness
Cause the city’s view isn’t the hue
That God dreamed up at all
You forget these things when comfort brings
The world to your front door
Computer screens and movie scenes
Can leave a man no reason to explore
But pixel lights and screensaver sights
Were beginning to appall
Because the winter chill now had a thrill
That whispered when it called
For in my soul there was a hole
That only the wild could fill
So I made my pack and placed on my back
And set out for the Holy Hills
There is a truth out there for those that care
That only the wanders know
It’s the wisdom of the trees carried by the breeze
Spoken in the places most never go
And I was on my way with plans to stay
To the places I once well knew
And the air was crisper with the Wild’s whisper
And salvation was closer too
And just around where there was no sound
Except the chorus of nature’s song
At an elevation atop creation
After the trail was long gone
Where the air was frost and I was lost
And the night was dark and risky
I found my goal and set down my soul
And poured a glass of whiskey
The hike did tire so I built my fire
And sat tight to fire’s flame
And as I sat there tranced as the embers danced
(I pondered from where I came)
Things had gotten blurry in the city hurry
And my soul was hard to find
But as the wind swirled and flames twirled
The wild’s whisper did remind
And in the night I gained my sight
And got what I came for
Cause my ears heard the wild’s word
And it spoke right to my core
Then I saw the moon wink as I finished my drink
And all my stirrings began to cease
So I laid down my head and went to bed
And slept in perfect peace
At morning light the sun was bright
And it painted the horizon gold
And the whisper spoke and I awoke
And I’ll tell you what it told
City goals take many souls
Because they forget the wild’s call
But truth in the trees carried by the breeze
Whispers salvation for us all
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This…is fantastic. That is all.