littered with lichen crunching under my feet.
The white cedar grazed just above my head,
It had been a tough winter,
But spring has come to revive the land.
Plants sprout from the cracks formed,
—A long, time ago--
I am alone,
exposed in the open,
But I have never been more comfortable,
I feel bright,
there's a spring in my step,
and my mind is full,
I am thinking a thousand things at once,
And have never felt so powerful.
I am in my stomping grounds,
My stomping grounds,
I can go,
I can stay,
And nothing will stop me.
It is the home to my imagination,
It is the home to my thoughts,
It is the home to my visions.
There is no beep from my pocket,
There is no criticism from doubters,
There is no person to tell me no.
This prairie can be whatever I want it to be,
That is the beauty,
To be free,
I am free,
By Liam Tasker