Wonder, Ponder

I lie awake and wonder,
About places I have yet to be,
And on and on I ponder,
About places I shall never see.

Further than the rising sun,
Deeper than the deepest sea,
Wider than any savannah runs,
Taller than the tallest tree.

Snow shimmers and gleam,
Waters froth and churn so free,
Clouds scatter broken by beams,
Grass gently swaying, and me.

By Pete Scopes