Windy at the mountains , breathing never for granted .
Warmth like my skin , the sun shines on the lonely mountains .
Are the mountains as lonely as me
Or are they as vibrant as my aura
The wilderness must’ve met her a thousand times .
She roams in the wilderness
Searching for wild things like her
Like her wild roars of freedom
Chains break as they climb the mountains
In the beginning they may look like dry grass
But as you get closer , you see wild flowers and evergreen grass .
Even the wilderness hates to see the changing seasons .
But seasons must change for new things to come.
You just never know if you’ll get the leafs of fall Or the shine of summer .
You’ll never know unless you shed each skin of the seasons .
And you become the seasons
Ivonne Escobar
