Parent Poem: Antagony, Gently Go ..On
I see mountains, rivers, islands as such
feel the breeze, heights and it's chilled touch
I hear voices of color, music and culture
can't get enough, searching like a vulture
I taste the familiar, the unknown, the new
exhilarated, stuffing my face no second spared to chew
I touch her body of green, brown and blue
taken by beauty and destruction still due
I take part in moments of silence, laughter and song
never did I imagine life so dreamy and strong
I pick up my bag, hat and smile
ready to go the next mile....
... Who am I ?