Your journey roads herald adventure,
Impelling me to climb your cloven heights,
And romp carelessly,
as aureate poppy fields beckon.
Sun-kissed waters bounce along your shoreline.
They entice me to surf the crashing calm waves.
Canopy-enveloped valleys thrive with floral scents
That draw my ingression, but I forestall.
Instead I caper like Death Valley’s mysterious-moving-rocks,
Which tickle your basin by some unseen will.
I endeavor to hike your proud hills,
And find places to gaze lostly into lakes full with sky.
Vineyard nectar overflows like sweet sweat,
To spur my soul’s arousal as I partake.
Your boundless attributes gratify my wanderlust,
And allure me to appease your nature.
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