I envy them, for they wander.
They live in deserts and woods,
And they wander.
They know the language of the desert
And of the woods,
For they live their lives the way they design.
No one calls them back- Home, parents, peers,
And no one.
They live, they see; they feel,
They hear and they do,
For they are not captives of their physical bonds.
Around the unknown languages and figures.