The walls close in,
a stifling hold,
A captive heart,
in stories old.
For within these rooms,
a spirit pines,
For open skies,
and whispering pines.

A wanderer's soul,
with restless feet,
Finds solace only,
nature sweet.
The sun-drenched hills,
the ocean's roar,
A vibrant world,
She craves to explore.

The city's hum,
a jarring sound,
Where concrete reigns,
on hallowed ground.
But mountains call,
with beckoning hand,
To roam their slopes,
across the land.

She breathes the air,
so crisp and clean,
A vibrant life,
a joyful scene.
The windswept plains,
the forest deep,
Where secrets lie,
and wonders sleep.

For in the wild,
Her heart takes flight,
A boundless spirit,
bathed in the moonlight.
The open road,
Her guiding star,
A wanderer's soul,
both near and far.

Let walls crumble,
let ceilings fall,
She’ll find her peace,
beyond them all.
In nature's arms,
her spirit free,
A wanderer's joy,
for all to see.