Wanderlust

In every whisper of the breeze,

In every rustle through the trees,

There's a call that stirs the soul, A restless spirit, the need to stroll.

It beckons forth with gentle force, Step by step, to chart new paths, with foreign winds their secrets keep, with open eyes, to forego sleep.

Across the hills, beyond the bend, Where dreams and adventures never end, Wanderlust, oh fervent flame, Igniting places, without a name.

It thrives on maps, yet shuns the chart, A wild desire, to depart, Through ancient cities, streets unknown, In lands where mysteries are learned and sown.

Wanderlust leads, I gladly follow, Chasing horizons never hollow, On dusty trails and ocean waves, In starlit nights and sun-kissed caves,

To seek the thrill of the unknown In every journey, i have grown, For wanderlust is more than roam, It's finding beauty far from home.

In foreign lands, in souls to meet, In every adventure, bittersweet, So out to wander, let me roam, In search of places yet unknown.