I envy the gypsy
as his roots spread
far and wide and free
never to be
a tangled mess of
overgrown cross-sections
of ruin and decay
Drifting about
from one experience
to his next
seeing the world
with all its unrefined turf

I envy the gypsy
as he strolls and roams
as he reads the wind
the rhythm of nature
his constant companion
A changing season
he will greet
with a welcoming grin
as he rambles on
back down the
road off again

I covet the gypsy
his wandering style
to just pick up and go
the smell of rain
urging him onward
capturing his attentions
causing his decree
No need of possessions
he owns what he knows
a spirit carefree
with such forever to grow