“The Wanderer I wandered many miles From shore to shore, While keeping my word; Some waves grew uneven, And the sand in bays silvered With each hour of hurt. Emerald, Blue and Gold The snow that bled emptiness, While singing mercy on each star That covered the path set high. Freedom crosses horizons, Freeing the northern lights From compasses around the world.” NatureFreedomMercySeasonsWinterWanderingHorizonsNorthern LightsEmerald And GoldWaves And Stars Author:Laura Chouette