Often, I find myself wondering how much more of life I need to live before I find myself in a place I really want to be. A place where I’m surrounded by nature. Amid the trickle of flowing streams, and the roar of a fast-moving river. Where the voices I hear are those of the birds and animals in the depths of the forest, or maybe just a few people who matter to me the most.
Every time I think about how close or far I am to living and breathing in the far reaches of the Canadian wilderness, I convince myself of one thing. It’s just a little further. Just around the next corner, all I have to do is take that turn. Just out of reach, all I have to do is work for it a little harder.
A little further out from here,
A little further from the noise I hear.
Out where the air is fresh and the rivers flow.
Out where the birds sing and the trees grow.
A little further into the wilderness,
A little further away from the weariness.
Out where the leaves rustle in the breeze.
Out where the spirit lives in the trees.
A little further down the trail,
A little further from the air that’s stale.
Out where the creatures roam the land.
Out where the tallest trees and mountains stand.
A little further through life until I can be.
Out where the beauty of the forest is all I can see.