Why I Travel

By Shravya

Not just memories or experience

The feel of my feet on dewy grass

As I jump around in joy

The warmth of the first rays of sunlight

As I revel in pure bliss

The crunch of dried forest leaves

As I trek my way up

The goosebumps in the wake of a cold gentle breeze

As I smile and sway to it

The smell of salty beach in the air

As I scrunch my nose to breathe

The soothing sound of moving water

As I sit down to soak it in

The bright flames of a campfire

As I lose myself in it

The unbridled chatter and laughter with relaxed strangers

As I let go of the anxiety from within

The random launch of songs and music

As I let the flow guide me

The different shades of blue and green the water can take

The camera clicks of the various poses dear sky can make

And the joy in just being instead of doing

That’s why I travel

By Shravya