The Dúnadan

I wonder willingly

Through the minds

Of friends and neighbors,

Lovers and strangers,

Abusers and saviors.

Through lands unknown,

And the house I own.

I willingly wander

Because the world is a vast place of wonder.

Each shape with new curves,

Each man a master he serves,

Each child a bright future they deserve.

But each new place with a similar face,

Fitting into all the same molds,

How unique the people,

Though the pattern is old.

So much in those places to learn,

From the withering grandma,

And the stray piece of straw,

Floating delicately, deliberately, on the wind,

Twisting, maneuvering, in trend.

The trend of nature

The trend of Earth,

Found in every dancing glance

And every magical birth.

Not all those who wander are lost.

We choose by the wind to be tossed.

We know the grandeur in a playful smirk.

We know the beauty in the unnoticed dirt.

We wander to see and learn,

To love and slowly turn,

To soak in all the world,

And embrace each step with banners of wonder unfurled.