Latent Lands

I have travelled far and wide To get to experience our latent lands With clear skies and stars that guide I crossed the sanctous sands I have travelled to the poetic horizon Seeing the birds fly over the edge In the blue ocean sinking the sun I saw it contrast the cool herbal hedge I found in the snow a cherishable moment I felt its texture, cold yet soft I felt the sweet natural scent Of the berries that grow from the Cliffside In travel I learned the true sentimality Of contrast and derivative parallels I learned that in its eventuality Travel is more than bright carousals