Lost world
Sitting by the creek
Stop listen slow
Dip the toes
Cold rush of life
Broadening horizons
Imagination flourishing
In this show of nature
Blooms
All there is to know
Transported
To the beginning of time
Lost and found
In the cycle that never ends
Feel it in your bones
Hearing it for the first time
The beating of a heart
Connected
To the signal of life
A magical place
This world is full of shadows
What I take then is the wild
In the hope it may tame
The nature of my kind
-Camille Delaquise