The Traveler - The Journey Begins

The horizon calls, it sings my name,

First step taken, I shall not be tame.

Cloak, staff, and travel pack,

Journey begins, I shan't look back.

A final destination eludes me now,

I shall survive, yet I know not how.

The grass waves me on, trees bid me nigh,

Above the clouds, surf the sky.

Mountains to the north, plains of the west,

I will see them all, before I rest.

A trail of adventure in each foot fall,

Memories to be made, hear them call.

My wanderlust has set the stage,

Please join me as I turn each page.