The Great Journey
I might see a polar bear
I might see a fish
I am full of graceful care
on a long long journey
Swaying to and fro
I hear the birds chirping like a happy choir
I am touching the graceful water
Smelling the peaceful flowers and trees
Hoping not to get stung by mad bees
I feel like a cloud
Gracefully swaying in the breeze
I am finally here
From my long journey
Here I am at lake winnipeg
I am filled with joy
To have made it without taking a wrong way.