For my people,
My adventive adventurers,
My noteworthy nomads:
I hum our tribal, traveler's melody.
Dreamers, romantics, drifters," they dub us.
Before we hear their judgments, the wind carries us away like dust.
Wandering through the willows, waterfalls, and whimsical wonders,
We can't endure settling in one place; it so easily encumbers.
Breathe in the breeze, exhale into the expanse.
Join in with Creation's celebration and dance.
Addicted to the wild, we fervently search
For a place to quench our everlasting thirst.
This inherent, unmistakable yearning,
A fire inside us, won't ever stop burning.
So now, together we sing, we shout the finale!
And advance down into a fresh, unfamiliar valley.
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