by Manarah Brown
Stars and aurora,
Snow and ice,
Vast wilderness,
A cold sacrifice.
Evergreen forests,
Valleys to peaks,
Rivers that wander,
Where the ocean speaks.
Blue waters,
Bluer skies,
Winter days,
And summer nights.
It’s not where I began,
But it’s where I feel free—
To love and be loved by,
Maybe where I’m meant to be.
