Adventuring

I liked the fields around our village,
As far as the eye could see and further.
I liked to believe they went on forever,
Full of all kinds of adventure.

So, one day, I set out on my merry way,
Carrying naught but food and a blanket.
By day I marched through brush and thicket,
By night I watched the sky sparkle.

Until, one day, I found the end,
Or at least proof one existed.
She looked at me with curious eyes,
Wearing a backpack and smile.

We don't speak the same language,
But we appreciate the company.