When I Cross the Wild

When I cross the wild, beneath the sky so wide,
Where rivers whisper and grasses softly sigh.
Each step leads to realms unseen,
In lands where time and nature convene.

Through forests deep, where shadows play,
Sunlight filters in a fleeting display.
Ancient trees stand tall and wise,
Holding earth’s secrets under endless skies.

Across the bridge where past meets now,
Echoes of footsteps linger somehow.
It spans a chasm, waters roar,
A gateway to what came before.

Did lives get lost chasing unknown dreams?
Did brave souls cross wild streams?
This bridge holds whispers of their cries,
A testament beneath the skies.

For every traveler who walked this road,
Seeking freedom or carrying a heavy load,
Their spirits remain in the breeze’s embrace,
Marking their journey in this peaceful place.

As I cross the wild, stride by stride,
I feel those who once passed by.
In nature’s heart, their memories reside,
A bridge where past and future collide.