The Wild Places

The freezing wave batters the cliff

The sea green water unimaginably deep

What does it hide in the colours below

The last wild places

The bright leaves filter the air to a golden hue

The birds twitter and chirp

All is open here

In the last wild places

The freezing wind howls

A thousand damnations

Towards the ones who resist it

In the last wild places

The scorching sun beating down on the wanderers

Mirages flicker on the horizon

Tricking the unwise

Causing them to fall

Mysterious, open and angry

The wild reflects all of this

Cliff, forest, mountain and desert

The wild is calm and harsh