We will once again smell that hot humid air

As we descend below the suns glare.

Those warm beaches of foreign lands,

Where our feet dissolve into the golden sands.

 

We will once again step into this evanescent reality,

And treasure its timeless beauty

Scaling the towering peaks

Capturing moments as we speak,

 

We will once again canoe down a meandering river,

Tread the jungles in a moonlit glimmer.

Hear the sounds of the wild,

All the memories we have compiled.

 

We will once again see those orange glows

As the sunset grows,

Falling into a peaceful dream

Wondering down a starry stream

 

We will once again,

So as long as we sustain,

Our sincerity

And these hopes for a better futurity...