The Wanderer’s Realization

Upon a hill, a wanderer stood,
Gazing o'er the declivity,
A realm of beauty, as he could
Not deny his proclivity.

To traverse the untenable,
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
The call of nature, inimitable,
'Neath azure skies and starlit sky.

Yet in his quest for heights unknown,
And paths untrod, so far away,
A truth, self-evident, was shown,
As if a beacon to allay.

This path he trod with heart so bold,
His journey, never quite the same,
A tale of courage, and behold,
From whence he came, his soul aflame.

With newfound wisdom in his eyes,
He saw, with a profound sight,
The world, as if a grand surprise,
Both darkness held, and vibrant light.

Thus, with a heart that gently yields,
To nature's call, so wild and free,
He felt the joy that life reveals,
The wanderer, evermore, would be.