From time to time, life seems to fade into the sky,
Under which lies one great passion and faith.
Miles show the other side of the great unknown,
While sharing the heartaches with wilderness.
Seductive as breathing, but most tender for,
The wild ripe grape fruit hanging from a tree.
She is the movement that no one can follow after
But be like the free spirit as it whisks by.
With no sensation of time or paradox,
Freedom runs through your blood stream.
As boundless terrain flows underfoot,
Whom no man can control, and I steadfast,
With all of worship, seek for this right,
That she will shine for future generations.
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