A lark
And the trove sprung open
With offerings of spring
Song and exuberance

I was given fair roads
To be cleaved and claimed
Proud hillside to scale
And shorelines
Frothing in wait

A lark
Set fire to my mind
Flooding out all caverns
Of honest despair

A lark
Was my call to wander
To ponder and fall
To triumph and falter
Alive