Vagabundo

High above the ground, calm wind upon the sea,
the old oak by the road, flight of the bumblebee,
to reach the mountain top, fountain that you seek,
where young are never old, written in ancient Greek;
to quench one's thirst, in temple of bold,
to behold the sky, all truths are not to be told,
wisdom begins in wonder, let other pens dwell,
on guilt and misery, a coin for the well.