I am thirsty for the wild

I am thirsty for the wild
To feel the wind touch my skin like a thousand gentle kisses,
it runs through my hair like a tender lover.
I am thirsty for the wild
The pleasing smell of pine, dirt beneath my feet,
Quakies, trembling, as their branches dance on the wind.
I am thirsty for the wild
The sound of a river,
the tone of water making love to the shore line.
I am thirsty for the wild
To lay upon fresh grass, bathing in the gentle glow of moonlight,
looking up at the stars, and feel small.
I am thirsty for the wild
It calls to me like a mother calls her son to come home.