Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Yearn to Return

A teenager, I hiked alone

Into Wyoming wilderness,

To beauty like I've never seen.

All around mountains did caress

Me walking through the forests fine,

A crispness in the summer breeze

Touching me with the scent of pine,

Rustling the needles in the trees.

I hiked along the purest stream

Of cold water from peak top snow.

Sensations of a perfect dream,

Most perfect real I'd ever know.

When my body does leave no trace,

My soul will be back in this place.