Beyond the smoky roads,
birds chirping upon the air,
incoming-outgoing of does,
uprising of the suns glare.
Gardens and cornfields,
with a touch of green grass,
many roads that yield,
cars upcoming so fast.
I walk upon the hot dirt road,
in a bright sun dress,
heading to wherever the wind blows,
just searching for the best.
Never alone,
Happy within,
Going home,
With the will of the wind.