and i yearn
For endless nights spent beneath stars; for the sweet embrace of cold, numbing dark.
To take the worries from my mind, deposit them in a safe, not to open till morn.
For the patter of rain over an old tin roof; for the sound of frogs as they praise the skies.
To remind me of life worth living, as much as I cry, even just for the smallest of things.
For mornings spent as the sunrises over the beach; for evenings spent amongst the marsh.
To slow down, breathe, and remember the childlike wonder of the world around me.