Wanderlust of the Wandering Mind

With each breath of wind, thoughts drift and stray,

Silent whispers of places far away.

The horizon pulls with a gentle sway,

Wanderlust of the wandering mind.

Mountains call through the morning haze,

Valleys echo with dreams of yesterdays.

Feet anchored, yet the spirit roams astray,

In the endless dance of time.

Rivers weave tales of lands unknown,

Forests hum songs that stir the bone.

Each heart’s beat a traveler's tone,

Boundaries break as thoughts climb.

From spring's first bloom to autumn's decays,

The cycle spins in poetic arrays,

Dreams scatter like leaves in a maze,

Wanderlust of the wandering mind.