Wild Hair.

Oh to steal away from busyness,
to escape paved roads;
to be in the company of trees,
absent of skyscrapers.
Oh, that I might breathe in the smell
of campfire smoke reaching up to Heaven,
and see the light of thousands of stars
beaming across space.
Oh, to feel mountain air dance across my cheeks,
and hear the steady rush of the river nearby;
saturated in God's art,
unaltered by man.
Wild, quiet, free.

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