No matter how silent,
I can hear the calling of Wonder.
Come to me, come to me, it sings and hums.
My family asks why I left home so early to which my response is,
can’t you hear it too?
it’s so loud.
In the stillness of Nature,
through the forests of dark and light,
travel far and through, bare on foot.
The world tosses me keys of promise, offering shoes for comfort and medicine for my dreams;
I heard of no such things from my elders.
They too, walked on foot;
through mountains of sticks and stones,
stronger than the forces that bless us on seasons.
Can’t you hear it too?
The call of Wonder?
How beautiful it sounds.
Come to me, come to me.
Will you answer?