The Wanderer
In the realm of the obstreperous night,
Where susurrus whispers take flight,
A quixotic quest begins,
In a world full of whimsical chagrins.
The luminary moon, a crepuscular light,
Guides the wanderer through the night.
With gossamer wings, it flutters,
In the quiet night, no words it utters.
The mellifluous song of the nemophilist,
Echoes in the valley, through the mist.
The callipygian maiden dances,
In the moonlight, she prances.
The lackadaisical river flows,
Where it leads, nobody knows.
The serendipity of finding a yonder place,
Brings a beatific smile to the face.
The halcyon days of yore,
Are but a phantasm lore.
The sonorous bell tolls the time,
In the distance, the verdant hills chime.
The effulgent sun begins to rise,
A new day dawns in the cerulean skies.
The wanderer’s journey ends,
In the heart of nature, where the path wends.
In the labyrinthine forest deep,
Where ancient secrets lie asleep,
The wanderer finds a brobdingnagian tree,
A symbol of nature’s decree.
The pulchritudinous landscape unfolds,
As the story of the forest is told.
The wanderer listens with rapt attention,
To the forest’s timeless ascension.
The wanderer’s journey is nonpareil,
Through landscapes both harsh and frail.
With each step, he grows more sagacious,
In the face of challenges audacious.
As the wanderer’s journey concludes,
Leaves the forest, as a solitude.
With memories of the obstreperous night,
And the luminary moon’s soft light.
The wanderer returns to its home,
No longer does he need to roam.
With stories of his quixotic quest,
He settles down for a well-deserved rest.
