Should I write

Wild at heart and wild in beauty

My burden is gone into the eternity

Life it gives around the perpetuum

Relieving the insanity of our built domes

No agreements and no deceit

The mounatin cares not does it?

Tiresome and grueling it demands

All you can do but obey its commands

A tryst with it cannot just be cherished

The word’s small for emotion to embellish

Come rain, sun or snow

And the winds and storms that blow

My thirst and will will never bend

My walk towards nature never end

‘For I have promises to keep

And miles to go before I sleep’