For my people,
My adventive adventurers,
My noteworthy nomads:
I hum our tribal, traveler's melody.
"Hippies, good-for-nothin's,
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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