Where do we go from here,
The end of summer again so near,
As luscious green turns to crimson red,
My eyes gaze forward towards the race ahead.
The berries ripen, as the mind depends,
On another chance to rebuild and again a chance to bend,
On steadier ground in a plentiful Land,
A new foundation for a newfound plan.
The voyager gazes, off the end of the dream,
Across the sea and recalls what he's seen.