Cosmic hearts with moonshine eyes, wandering toes through nights dark disguise. Gnarled root nails, behind white cotton clouds dusted, warn boots thump through thick cattle crowds. Silhouette sunsets that glow like the heat, planes like a painting a marvellous treat. Huge starry skies as far as one can see, stand small on the ledge feel the rush of the free! Feel that wind softly blowing a wondrous, soulful gust, one word for this feeling, -wanderlust.