wish, wish upon a echoing call
the soil rich and lush, the trees
standing proud and tall
blue streams streaked with
slivers of pink salmon
and my breath even
across the mountainous roar
steps preceding the footfall
shoulders swaying and
the soul living, brewing
in the warm, warm chest
as it blossoms after every mile
tickling the ribs of the cage
and spiraling throughout
the hight of bone and tissue,
of muscle and joint
as the feet ventures off
into the far, far empire
of human endeavor