Poem--VAGABOND

Its a beautiful sun;
and I am the one,
to love it all day,
singing on my way.

On the road ahead
I see this beautiful land;
beckoning me with love
as I do understand.

So here I come,
O' green grasses there,
with flowers on them
like I have seen nowhere.

With their scent in me,
I feel i am free,
and nothing can stop,
This running spree.

The breeze wheezing by,
Kisses my skin.
Nothing describes,
What I am feeling within.

The blood pumping in
fills so much life in my heart,
i feel no grief,
Can rip it apart.

Its a beautiful sun
and I am on the run,
to find solace,
in this beautiful place.

Its a beautiful sun
and I am the one
to love it all day
Singing..on....my...way...............