Ballad

There was a large town by the open sea,

Where friendship was thought to be a rope that binded.

A man once described growing up there as

A winding road with no visible end in sight.

The wind is always howling, and the trees always smell sweet.

The man wanted to travel.

The man wanted to travel to another land,

Somewhere so he could feel the roughness of the land

And taste the sweet, sour, and bitter foods.

He wanted to experience the sights, smells, and sounds.

He said the world was the forest, and his town was nothing but a tree.

The man wanted to travel.