A Thousand Years

A Tree,

A leaf,

A grain of sand,

Thousands of years,

I hold in my hand,

I love the history,

The mystery,

Which comes with time.

It’s all those things,

Helping me write this rhyme.

You look out in awe,

It makes you want more,

To travel,

To see,

To decide who you want to be,

The sea,

The mountains,

The hot desert winds,

The crisp winter snow.

All these things bring the wanderlust home.