Ireland's beauty beseeches me, calls me in and carries me throughout the world, high above its winds. I listen to its Celtic breeze, it whispers softly then lures me deep. I trestle through its forests, bountiful and lush, only to realize that I should have been in more of a rush. I find it's castles so alive with history, that mysteriously I hear life within their walls. At night, the winds turn warm and fill me with a rush of blood. It rolls me down its hills in the day, bouncing me seductively with each tumble, I fall deeper in love. It protects me at night in its endless caves, the ones in which I could stay all day. I embrace its sensational prowess, and let it unleash its majestic passion unto me and into me as it washes over me. I scream aloud in Gaelic, as I burst with pride and pleasure.