The Horizon

Beyond the plains where deer roam free, And rivers weave like silver threads, The horizon calls, a song for me, With every rise, my spirit spreads.

In shades of orange, purple, and blue, The promise of dawn awakens the night, And nature sings a tune so true, A symphony in the morning light.

As I stand at the edge of all I see, In the vast expanse, I’m whole, I’m real, The horizon whispers, ‘Come fly with me,’ My heart, it swells as the world reveals.

• AJM Smith