With the swirling movement of his flute
His soul moves alone in the wilderness
His spirit is at rest with itself
With the echo of his voice as his partner

The journey is far yet more a new adventure to be remembered
The melody of his flute entice the trees of the woods as it pierce through their soul

The wet morning grass cools his feet as he set out for his walks
The morning dew sprout out the eagerness in his soul as he quest for more adventures

He rallies through the wild with no fears
The beasts of the wild are his companion as he throws himself all over the world with reckless abandon All in the beauty of nature
© el-dorado