We Go On A Expedition.

Without an option,

We go on an expedition.

So foggy, so damp, are we walking through a cloud?

Like an adventure to an arctic camp.

The wind waiter welcomes us,

The birds yodel like a choir singing a melody.

A river runs to a sham finish line.

Towering trees waving to me.

The view like a still-life painting.

Plants growing to adulthood.

The dirt path leads me to more,

Rocks stern as a decision.

As we return, I make fantasies of creatures.

Did they enjoy the land?

My peers could only rant about their wet socks,

While ’m thinking of the flocks.